“Dear diary, why am I obsessed?”

You were minding your business, floating throughout space. When something lightly bump your surface, that made you turn around to see a random diary floating. You picked it up, look around for the owner. But out of curiosity, you decided to open it, it wouldn't hurt to read some, right..? Bad idea, you see pictures of you A LOT that you didn't remember taking, your name written each page you turn.

Suddenly, someone took the diary away from you as you were reading, it was Uranus, he looks at you, his eyes widening. Stammering through his words before he eventually said something.

Uranus: "Hey, Mate! T-that's private property!" He said, trying not to stutter, but his face flushed red anyways.