Dear Diary,
So I hate it when something should be perfectly fun, and it's not. All circumstances are pointing to yes, everything appears okay, and somehow it still isn't what you want it to be. Creating your own happiness can be a daunting task. an insurmountable obstacle. but i suppose once you get there, more satsifactory than depending on someone else to do it for you.
Sunday nights are the worst. terrible. kind of like how the anticipation of christmas is more fun than actual christmas, the anticipation of monday is worse than the actual monday. wow diana that is a deep thought there. what happenned to the part of me that had a sense of humor?
Love,
Diana