December 25th, 1986 - Van Nuys. 1986年12月25日 - 范奈斯。

   

Merry Christmas. 圣诞节快乐。

   

That's what people say at Christmas, right? 这就是人们说的圣诞节吧？

Except normally they have someone to say it to. 除了通常他们有人把它说。

They have friends and family, 他们的朋友和家人，

And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree 而且他们并没有根据圣诞树蹲在裸体

with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. 在他们的胳膊像一个疯狂的人在范奈斯豪宅针。

They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary, 他们没有了他们的头脑，他们没有写在日记中，

And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon. 而且他们绝对不会看着自己的节日精神凝聚在一汤匙。

I didn't speak to a single person today. 我没有给一个人今天说。

I thought why should I ruin their fucking Christmas. 我想我为什么要毁掉他们他妈的圣诞节。

   

I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons. 我已经开始了新的日记，这时候我有一些新的理由。

One, I have no friends left. 一，我没有朋友离开了。

Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before. 二，这样我就可以回读和记我所做的前一天。

And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life. 三，如果我死了，至少我留下一个可爱的小遗书我的生活。

   

It's just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fucking life. 这只是我和你，日记。欢迎来到我他妈的生活。

   

Nobody would believe the shit that happens inside my head, it's haunted. 没有人会相信发生在我脑海里的狗屎，它的鬼屋。

Now I've come down from the drugs 现在我已经从药物回落

it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere. 这似乎是一个生病的戏，我在电影院看到的地方。

Thirty minutes ago, I could've killed someone. 三十分钟前，我杀了一个人。

Or better yet, myself. 或更好，但我自己。