kooka-burra's Diaryland Diary
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it's so strange.
today was an okay day. nothing horrible happened. and i guess you can say that some good happened.
For now I am restless. I want things to happen and move my life along. for now my life is slowly shifting with each day. too slowly the pen writes my life away. it takes all my will power to keep from screaming. I take up the reat of the hours with guilty pleasures such as watching bad teleivision and eating to much bad food.
I drown myslef in the exciting lives of the characters in my books and tv shows. My life is a bore and I am growing dull.
I have never been witty and clever but now I find myself surching for words to say and my happyness is a stage act that never ends. Little things get on my nevers and the people around me take a toll on my but to say anything would meen disaster.
I'll never say anything as much as a i want to and writing bad days down in my writen diary feels like I am reliving it. If you would to read it now it is filled with complaints about this or that and happy days.
i hate to complain because i have seen worse and known worse. but i still can't help feeling like i have no control over anything.
I'm acting strange and I don't know why.
tv was and still is a treat I am able to lose my life into someone elses.
6:45 pm - Friday, Sept. 23, 2005
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