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I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.

On the morning of the fourth day, I began the "Pilgrimage." Before I left, I went to the manor's abandoned library. It was filled with moldy books and broken furniture, and the air smelled of decaying paper. But on a shelf in the deepest corner, I found a special diary. The cover was dark brown leather, with "Book of Laments" embroidered in gold thread. I opened the first page and saw elegant handwriting. "Here are recorded the stories of every soul in this manor, their pain, their despair, and their final wishes..."

Noah let out a light chuckle, then turned back to me. “Your secret weapon?" “Yeah, it’s her diary.” I said like I was trying to convince him. “Your secret weapon is a stupid book?” “It’s a diary.” “Like I said, a stupid book?” I rolled my eyes, then began to read the diary. “The only thing you would be seeing is rants, gossip and probably a wishlist of things she wants.” Noah said as he started the car and began to drive home.

Cassy said knowingly and I smiled shyly. "But come to think of it, how could you lose the special diary you just finished compiling today? Like, this is somewhat unbelievable." She added. I shrugged at that. I told her about the diary since I couldn't hide my anxiety before her, even though I tried, she still found out something was bothering me. "I just hope the people at the Cafe are able to find it soon." I said with a sigh. "Yes dear," she gently squeezed my hand reassuringly. "What is somewhat unbelievable, and what is anyone finding soon?"

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

It’s becoming a collective voice—full of whispers that want to become conversations, and truths that have waited their turn to be received. The notebook titled “Letters That Waited” filled faster than Yam expected. It was a simple, unassuming object, yet it held the weight of countless emotions and stories. Some letters were long—three pages of vulnerability, scribbled across margins, each word a testament to the writer’s courage. Others were short, like the one written on a sticker that read: “I forgave myself today. It was weird. And good.” These snippets of introspection and self-discovery were like tiny seeds, planted in the fertile ground of shared human experience.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*