Diary of a Hopeless Immortal
You have just proven, once and for all, that writing the word DIARY in big letters on the cover of a book does not, in fact, make it idiot proof.
Thanks for that.
Really, take a moment to pat yourself on the back.
After all, this blatant dismissal of my privacy has justified the time I wasted on this warning.
Not to mention the hours spent wracking my brain for a fair, logical reason why you can't invade my personal belongings, just because you feel like it.
Which wasn't easy, considering the fact I'm crazy.
Insane, Institutionalised, Immortal. That's me in a nut case.
But I digress.
This, Reader, is a therapeutic diary. It's confidential. My psychiatrist said so.
If you continue reading, I will be forced to take legal action.
And by legal action, I mean I will kill you.
See what I did there Reader?
My psychiatrist would be so proud.