Life is a bitch and then something happens to you at the end (though I forget what.. you get ice cream? Turn into a viking? Not sure), which is probably why I could never stay committed to filling out an actual planner. Well, that and the fact that I never make any plans. But why half-ass your misery? Go all in with the Disappointments Diary, a dreary reminder that every day is meaningless and could probably be your last. Purchase your own over at Disappointments Diary.