Lacking

 Dear Diary;

I was sitting here just now thinking to myself about what I could write in here. The problem is, I don’t have anything worth writing about. I really shouldn’t bother even writing this, but I thought that maybe when I got here and started to type, I would miraculously have something brilliant pop into my head.

Fail.

I get up, I go to work and I come home and watch television / browse the internet / play on my computer / read a book and go to bed.

Lather, rinse and repeat.

Life. Is. Boring.