March 15, 2026

Dear Diary, I can't think. It's continous. I'm being too narrow-minded right now. How have I ever dared to minimize people into the same categories that I know just because they're familiar? There's so much more to yet know, and here I am, busy thinking that there's only one right way; what made me assume that? There doesn't have to be one right way; there could be many. But I didn't know that. I tried to label people into what I've known because I wanted to find something that we could all relate to, because if we all came from the same categories, we all could like each other. But I just didn't know this one little thing: that there are many fonts, music styles, languages owing to us coming from different places. I really wanted it though. I really wanted that everything was a single color and not many, because like that we all would know and could relate; so I'm hurt. I'm left to grieve that I hurt people by thinking this way, by narrowing people into a single theme because I wanted us to, I don't know, all like each other, that no one felt left out, but by doing that I just did that same thing. Yikes.