Kaiba finds a new-looking, blank diary. Late one night while lying in bed, he sees it sitting on the little table by the foot of his bed, beckoning to him, and decides to try writing in it. He's never tried keeping a journal before, or anything like one. It might be interesting. Besides, he's heard that it's supposed to make people healthier to write or talk about unpleasant past events. As long as he doesn't tell anyone or no one reads this little book, he doesn't care about talking about troubling things - at least not while half asleep at 3am.
Entry One
So... you want to know about my life?
Even though I haven't granted anyone else this request... sure. I'll tell you. However, I can't promise you that it will be pretty.
If you know anything about Psychology, there are three main attachment styles that people attain at an early age. I'm Insecure-Avoidant. I can just tell by reading the definition. It fits me well. I haven't been in love with a girl, and Avoidants are least likely to fall in love. I disagree with the reasoning behind this, though. I'm not afraid of rejection or being abandoned. I just have a lot of work and don't have the time to notice girls. I do believe that no one can be trusted, though. And why I'm writing this is a mystery to me, since I will probably burn this book when I'm in my right mind - so no one will ever see these words. I credit my stepfather, Gozoburo, for my attachment style. I don't hate him for it, though, since it's a good style to have for someone in my position. I wouldn't have been the success I am without him. I can't leave out the influence my mother's and father's death had on me, though. Neither can I forget our relatives. - The greedy scum took our inheritance and left us at a local orphanage. They never cared about my brother, nor me, only about getting a little extra spending money. Without them, Gozoburo wouldn't have adopted us.
I have a Type-A personality, versus the idiotic Type-B's. Type-A people, like me, feel time is important and every second counts. I can't take the time to listen to some blabbering idiot trying to ask me a simple question and failing miserably, when I could use that time to do company work. I shouldn't even be writing this right now. I don't know why I am. But until I can think of an answer, I guess I'll keep writing. I don't have the aggressive component of a typical Type-A person, though. I don't get upset very easily, although I have a limit to how much idiocy I can stand.
I'm a defensive pessimist. Better then optimists, living in a fantasy world where everything will always go their way, or a pessimist who gives into misery and despair after a set-back, I concentrate on what could and probably will go wrong in order to correct those problems before they have a chance to happen. I believe that is one reason I made it through what I did. I saw the problems that could happen and took action to make sure the worst possible outcome wouldn't occur.
It's getting pretty late... I need to wake up before eight this morning, so I should get some rest. I might tell you more another day or I might not. It depends on what I feel like doing, whether or not I'll fill a second page.
I revised it... I didn't think it sounded very Kaiba-ish, and also... it probably still doesn't. Maybe you guys can tell me some ways to fix it.