The Pleasure of Defiling a Pure White Diary | I Can't Write If I Think of It as a Diary

I, who can never keep a diary, bought another one. Even though I know I won't keep it up, for some reason, I end up buying one. I fall perfectly for the marketing in the stationery section.

This time, I consulted an AI. I asked, "Tell me a way to keep a diary that suits me." Among the suggestions that came up, there was this one sentence:

"A diary is something to be defiled."

This is it. I decided to defile this pure, innocent diary with the thoughts running wild inside me. The moment I thought that, my hand wouldn't stop. I can write fluently.

What is this pleasure of defiling the pure white!
I can't let it go anymore.

I can't write if I think of it as a "diary." But if I apply my own rules, I can write. Not being able to keep it up isn't a matter of willpower. It was a matter of how I defined it.

But it's only been two days since I started writing. Stay tuned.