Dear Diary: Glad you’re still there. Where else would you be? You’ve been sitting at my bedside for many years, a welcome companion in the brightest and the darkest times. Throughout my life, you have been a secret friend and one of my closest confidants, always listening when I have something to say. I’ve been told that I could change my approach, perhaps use AI to dictate my thoughts (Vaghani, 2025). That way at least I might get some kind of response. Here in this quiet place, as I pour out my heart’s yearnings and long to be heard and understood, you just sit there and silently take it all in. I guess I’m just old-fashioned. I don’t want to hear from a machine... I just need to sort out things on my own. But I wish you could answer back to me…