A place to store your feelings, your life. No one can read it, harboring your deepest secrets. That’s a common diary. The Diary isn’t common.   This is a self-contained short story I made.  Keep in mind (for maximum immersion) you’re reading what’s on the diary apart from the italic part and the protagonist is reading the same thing (when he bothers to read). Also, remember a diary has no mouth to speak or ears to hear.