(Nikki Sixx). December 25th.. Merry Christmas. Well that's what people say on Christmas right? Except for normally they have somebody to say it to. They have friends and family. They haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They're not outta their minds they're not writing in a diary and they're definitely not watching their Holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.. I didn't speak to a single person today. I thought why should I ruin their fuckin' Christmas?. I've started a new diary and this time I got a few new reasons. One: I have no friends left. Two: so I can read back and remember what I did the day before. And three: so if I die at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.. It's just me and you diary. Welcome to my fuckin' life.. . (Nikki Sixx). Nobody would believe the shit that happens inside my head. It's haunted. Now I've come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theatre somewhere. Thirty minutes ago I could have killed somebody. Or better yet myself.