MIBF – THE AFTERMATH I finally had a moment to sit down and digest everything that happened this past week. I’m currently under medication because I’ve been dealing with a fever and a very angry throat, so my body is basically asking me to please stop moving. But even with all of that, none of it could take away the joy I felt seeing every single soul I met at the Manila International Book Fair. MIBF. Still typing that feels a little unreal. The Manila International Book Fair is HUGE, and as a new author, I honestly never thought I would ever be part of it, especially this soon. I had never attended the fair before, so I didn’t really know what to expect. I didn’t know how many people would come. I didn’t know what it would feel like to have my own books sitting there. But seeing everyone excited, curious, kind, and genuinely happy to talk about books? I was constantly on the verge of tears. I don’t know what happened to me, but this whole experience made me incredibly emotional. If you read my previous Dear Diary entry, you probably know that I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make it to MIBF. I applied for the sponsored booth and waited patiently, knowing that there were so many other authors and creators waiting for the same answer. So I prayed… and God answered. I GOT IT! I remember receiving the email and literally screaming. My husband immediately asked, “What happened?!” And I just shouted, “I GOT IT!” Then we spun around and jumped, and he carried me like a little baby. Haha! As dramatic as that sounds, that’s literally what happened. I’m grateful for every opportunity I receive, big or small. But this one? This was a BIG one. A Lot Happened Before MIBF   Leading up to MIBF, we had a lot of opportunities come our way. We also had a few doors close. One of them was my storytelling workshop. The workshop had to be postponed because of unexpected circumstances on the organizer’s side. As the speaker, I was honestly a little taken aback because my face and voice had already been used to invite people, and there were people who had already confirmed that they were coming. I felt bad for them. I felt sad too. But looking back now, I really believe God allows certain things to happen for a reason. Because, well… I’m sick right now. If the workshop had pushed through, I wouldn’t exactly be at my A-game while fighting a fever, flu, and whatever my throat is currently doing. So maybe there really was a reason for it. And for everyone who was still interested in attending, stay tuned. We’re cooking something for you. We’re currently looking into organizing the workshop ourselves instead of doing it as a collaboration with another entity. So this isn’t goodbye to that idea yet. It’s just… not yet. Read Pinoy, TomasinoWeb, and Some Really Cool Features   I was also invited by Read Pinoy, a local radio show that focuses on reading, books, and authors like me! I got to talk about my work, Eyes See You, and what it’s like being an independent author. I was so nervous. Thankfully, Sir Lowell and Sir Gab were incredibly kind and understanding. We even got to hang out a little afterward and eat some street food at the cafeteria, which honestly helped me relax. 😂 You can watch the full episode here: LINK I was also featured in an article by TomasinoWeb, which was another little pinch-me moment. See the article here: LINK And throughout all of this, Eyes See You was also being shared and recommended by local book enthusiasts. Every feature means so much to me because I’m still learning how to navigate this world as an independent author. I’m just incredibly grateful that people are willing to give my story a chance. I hope you enjoy it. Two Weeks Before MIBF, I Was PANICKING   Now here’s the part nobody really sees behind the booth. Two weeks before MIBF, I was scared. Like, really scared. Why? Because I had just sold out at my previous event. Which sounds like a wonderful problem to have, and it absolutely is, but it also meant that I had NO BOOKS TO SELL. My preorder period had just started and was scheduled to end on September 30, which meant the books were originally supposed to be shipped in October. Production usually happens during the preorder period. But now… MIBF was coming. So I had to rush everything. And it wasn’t just the books. We had merch to produce too. Events are expensive. Printing is expensive. Everything adds up very quickly when you’re an independent creator. And, to be completely honest with you, my liquid funds were already gone. So I had to make an arrangement with my print house. I asked if they could accept a very small downpayment, with the promise that I would pay half on September 15 and the remaining half on October 15. My husband’s stable job pays around those dates, so that became our safety net. I don’t like owing people. I really don’t. But this was one of those moments where I had to take a little leap of faith and say, “Okay, let’s do this.” And thank God, they allowed it. So we went for it. And somehow… I received the books ONE DAY BEFORE MIBF. One day before. I don’t think I have ever been that stressed and relieved at the same time. But we made it. We were ready. And not just that… I was able to pay back the money in full. Five Days of MIBF   The entire festival lasted five days. I’ve never done an event that long before. And now that it’s over, I can confidently say… I’m tired. Like, really tired. And apparently my body decided to send me the

SOLD OUT Okay. I genuinely don’t know how to start this diary entry because… we sold out. PGDX was a success because we officially sold out of Book One of Eyes See You. I remember writing my diary entry last July 17, and I was already talking about how we were almost sold out. I remember being so nervous and excited at the same time because I never really knew if people would actually continue buying the book. And now it’s gone. All of it. Sold out. I don’t even know what words I’m supposed to use to explain how emotional and happy I am right now. I never imagined myself being a sold-out author. I honestly enter almost everything in my life without expectations. I just do my absolute best, make what I want to make, and hope that somehow it makes people happy or at least gives them something to enjoy. I never started writing Eyes See You thinking, “One day, I’m going to sell hundreds of copies.” I was literally just writing a story. A story that I started when I was alone, writing for someone who would never get the chance to read it anymore. And now… Hundreds of people know about it. Hundreds of people have held the book. Hundreds of people have read something that came from one of the most painful parts of my life. I still can’t wrap my head around that. It’s actually crazy when I think about it. After we sold out, I had so many people asking when the next batch would be available that I eventually had to open a preorder for Batch Two of Book One. I didn’t even expect that to happen. So thank you. Seriously. Thank you to everyone who trusted me enough to buy this book, especially when some of you probably knew absolutely nothing about it before picking it up. Thank you to everyone I’ve met during conventions. Thank you for the conversations, the jokes, the random questions, the stories you shared with me, and even the people who just stopped by to say hi. I remember so many of you. I’ll never ever take any of this for granted. You all made this possible. And of course, thank you, Elijah, for helping me throughout the con. On top of that, you even bought all of my books!  From college until now that we’re both adults, you’ve stayed such a good friend to me, and I’m really grateful for that. I can’t wait to see your own stories printed out someday too, because you’re genuinely such a great storyteller. Just like what I wrote in your book, don’t ever let anyone dim your light. Keep telling your stories.  It’s August now, which is supposed to be my rest month. I actually dedicate one whole month every year to just… doing whatever I want. Play games. Spend time with my family. Watch things. Write if I feel like writing. Just experience boring, normal, mundane life. But honestly? I haven’t really been resting. I’ve mostly just been making notes. Because for some reason, September is always the month when things start happening in my brain. And we’re so close to it now. Even when I was writing Book One, September was that month where everything suddenly made sense. It’s like the words just start calling me and I have to write them down before I forget. I don’t know if it’s because September was also the month I lost half of my heart. Maybe there’s just something about September that keeps pulling me back. Like it’s asking me to pick up all the pieces again. So I’m preparing myself because something really exciting is coming this September. Clue? Two words. Starts with B. Ends with H. Because of everything that’s coming up, I also realized that some things in our life need to change. I talked to my husband about it recently and thankfully, he gave me the go signal. We’re moving back to Manila. We’ve been staying near his family for around eight months now, and honestly, it was nice. But my work is in Manila. Most of the events, conventions, meetings, and opportunities I have are there. And after a while, we both realized that maybe it’s time to go back. Of course, it’s not going to be as simple as just moving. My husband is still working with the family business, and he’s also my artist on the side, so he’ll have to travel back and forth. But he actually told me he’d rather be the one traveling than have me constantly traveling back and forth for my work. And I’m really grateful for that. So now I’m hunting for a condo again. And guess where we’re looking? Eastwood. Again. I actually lived there twice now. Once in 2018 and second last year before I moved out in November. I remember during my first book launch, I was thinking about my old place and how close it would’ve been because the launch was in Cubao. And now somehow, life is literally bringing me back to Manila. Maybe this time it’ll work out better. I lowkey really love the city. Especially Eastwood. It’s safe, there’s basically everything you need, and I don’t have to travel far just to buy something. My daughter is actually the most excited about this. She LOVES city life. If we need something, it’s literally downstairs. Need food? Downstairs. Need groceries? Downstairs. Need something random at 10 PM? Probably downstairs. She’s basically my little mini assistant and she’s already excited about all of this. But I’ll be honest. I’m scared. It’s a big financial and emotional decision. The place we’re looking at isn’t exactly cheap. But when I really think about it, I also spend a LOT on hotels whenever I travel to Manila for conventions. And conventions are not something I want to stop doing. They’re honestly one of the most important parts of my work because

DUE… LIE… Don’t laugh, but I noticed something about myself this month. Whenever I’m stressed, my brain starts making wordplays. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just how I process things. This month’s words ended up being due and lie. And honestly… they describe July perfectly. Due, because it felt like everything was due this month. Bills, commitments, deadlines, events. July was packed. On top of all of that, I had two conventions, and the biggest thing of all was releasing Peripheral 2/2. Then there’s lie. I actually filmed a video talking about one of the biggest lies I’ve dealt with this year. If you’re part of the local art scene, you probably already know what I’m talking about. It’s the Patrons of the Arts situation. Months have passed, and there are still artists who haven’t received what they’re owed. I wanted to edit and upload the video, but every time I sat down to do it, I just… couldn’t. Maybe I’m still hoping they’ll make things right. So yeah. Due and lie. Two simple words that somehow summed up everything July threw at me. I’ve been so busy lately that I had to put birthdays and celebrations of the people I love into my calendar just to make sure I wouldn’t miss them. It sounds a little sad when I say it out loud, but I think it’s actually a good kind of busy. As I’m writing this, my body is still sore. I spent three straight days vending last weekend, around ten hours each day. It’s exhausting, but I honestly can’t complain. Every event reminds me why I do this in the first place. To meet people and do what I love till the day I’ll have to meet my Creator. Right after that, my daughter asked if we could celebrate her 11th birthday at Manila Zoo. Of course I said yes. She absolutely loves animals. We brought my husband, my daughter, my brothers, and our moms. It turned into such a fun family day. The last time I stepped into Manila Zoo, I was still in elementary school. It feels surreal that years later, I get to bring my own daughter there. I always think about moments like these. Kids don’t always remember the toys you bought them, but they remember how they felt. They remember the places you took them, the laughs you shared, the little adventures together. I like believing we’re investing in her core memories. One day she’ll grow up and hopefully remember that we loved her enough to make time for these moments. When we got home, I somehow managed to squeeze in something I haven’t done in a while. Gaming. Ever since I became a published Author, I’ve barely had time to sit down and enjoy a game from start to finish. But this time, I finally finished Clair Obscur. What a beautiful game. As someone who spends most of her life thinking about stories, I really appreciated what they did. It’s not perfect, but the storytelling stayed with me even after the credits rolled. I can definitely see why people are calling it Game of the Year. …I’m still not over Gustave, though. (If you know, you know.) After that little break, it was back to work. PICOF was finally here, and with it came the release of Peripheral 2/2, the ending of Dai’s story. I wish I could say everything went smoothly. Butttt it didn’t. The printer was cutting it incredibly close, my artist was cramming, and honestly… I think deadlines will always find a way to humble me. Even on launch day, the books arrived an hour late to the venue. I had already gone on stage for my talk before they got there, so I couldn’t even hold the manga while introducing it. But despite all the little disasters, the books arrived safely. And in the end, that’s what mattered. Meeting everyone made every stressful moment worth it. I always feel like I’m taking a gamble whenever I invest in new books or new merch. Every convention comes with that tiny fear of asking myself, What if nobody comes? Then I meet all of you. Some of you have been following my stories for years. Some of you just discovered my work that day. I even had the pleasure of meeting a very kind doctor and bought all my books! To all of you, thank you for giving my stories a home. As I finish writing this, I’m exactly one week away from another huge milestone. For the first time ever, I’ll be exhibiting at SMX Convention Center for PGDX x Sticky Expo. I still can’t believe I’m saying that. Before I became an author, I spent four years as a game streamer during the pandemic. Streaming wasn’t just a job for me. It carried me through one of the hardest seasons of my life. While I was grieving, it gave me people to laugh with, talk to, and simply exist with. Gaming became part of my story. So being invited to an event that’s all about game developers feels incredibly special. This time, I’m not attending as a visitor or just a gamer. I’m going there to share my own work. Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll come back to PGDX with a game based on one of my stories. That would be pretty amazing. For now, though, I’m still so grateful. July has been exhausting, overwhelming, stressful, exciting, and unforgettable all at once. There’s still so much I want to do. I don’t ever want to settle for “good enough.” I want to keep learning, keep creating, and keep telling stories for everyone. If there’s one thing July reminded me, it’s that the hard days and the beautiful days usually arrive together. Despite all that, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Dai’s story also revolves around those two words: due and lie. As a doctor, his life is constantly dictated by deadlines, responsibilities, and the

RAINBOW Whenever June comes around, I always think of the phrase, “Life is not all cupcakes and rainbows.” And I agree. Life is filled with highs and lows, joys and sorrows, and June always seems to remind me of both. So let’s start with the difficult things and get them out of the way first. I was supposed to write this diary on June 13, the day after Independence Day. I was certain I had plenty to share. I had already written down notes in my notebook and even went through my Instagram story archives to refresh my memory about everything that happened over the past month. But when midnight arrived and June 14 finally began, I suddenly remembered that it was my father’s birthday. And it completely stopped me. My dad passed away in 2009 at the age of 37. Thirty-seven isn’t old. Every year when his birthday comes around, I find myself reflecting on how quickly a life can pass. It reminds me not to take life for granted. Because he certainly did at times. There were moments when he even took us—his family—for granted. When he passed away, many people didn’t know this story, but it happened only five days after my birthday. January 10. A Saturday morning. The night before, I dreamed about him. We were at Enchanted Kingdom. If you’re not familiar with EK, it’s one of the most famous amusement parks in the Philippines. In my dream, he left me near the entrance while he walked away, seemingly headed toward the ticket booths. He told me to stay in the wide parking lot. I asked him, “Where are you going?” He replied, “Just stay here. I’ll go ahead.” I asked why, but he only smiled and told me to be patient. “Just stay.” A little while later, when I could no longer see him, I woke up to my aunt’s voice. She was speaking on the phone. It was my older brother on the other end, and I could hear the concern and sadness in her voice. I was only half awake, but somehow I already knew. My father had died alone in the hospital. My brother had taken a single day off to rest, and somehow that became the day our father chose to return to the Creator. During his wake in Batangas, I made a strange decision. The following Monday, I went to school as if nothing had happened. I didn’t tell anyone my dad had died. I stayed quiet and pretended everything was normal. Then my adviser, Sir Gerry, came into the classroom. He called me forward and asked my classmates to offer their condolences. And that it’s okay to go home and grieve. Some of them were shocked that I hadn’t told anyone. Even now, it still baffles me that I handled it that way. I suppose his life passed by quickly. These days, none of us really talk about him much. He wasn’t a good father, but we loved him anyway—even when we didn’t always feel much of his love in return. Because of him, I learned how to love someone without expecting anything back. And growing up, that wasn’t easy. Now that I’m an adult, I’ve come to understand how difficult life can be. But the mistakes he made were still choices, and this is the story I inherited. He will always be my father, no matter what. And I will always love him, even when those feelings come with conflict and questions I still can’t fully answer. Happy birthday, Papa. You would have been 55 today. Now for the good news. I’ve been working hard on Book Two, and I’m proud of the progress I’ve made. I’m already halfway through the manuscript. There’s still a lot of editing ahead, but that’s become a part of the process I’ve learned to enjoy. More than anything, I’m grateful to be working on something I genuinely love. I’m also preparing to finish my second manga, which will be released at the Philippine International Comics Festival on July 10. I’ll be there for three days alongside other authors and mangakas. Honestly, I feel most at home when I’m surrounded by fellow creatives. I thrive in those spaces. There’s something special about talking to people who understand exactly what you’re trying to say. It’s not that others can’t appreciate creativity—they absolutely can—but it feels different when you’re speaking with people who live it too. Their insights, opinions, and perspectives are incredibly valuable, and they always help me become a better writer. I also want to thank everyone who came by during my recent convention, Patrons of the Arts in Clark, Pampanga. After six events together, that was my final convention with them. I’ve made so many wonderful memories there, and I’m currently working on a vlog about the experience. Stay tuned for that video—I have plenty of bittersweet thoughts to share. In other good news, the cat named after me, Kweezy, became a mother! I’ve loved getting updates from Leigh, one of my old stream viewers. It still makes me smile knowing she named her kitten after me. And another viewer, Mark, who lives overseas, named his firstborn daughter Christine Clementine. I think that’s so sweet. Christine is my name, and Clementine is from The Walking Dead—the very first Telltale game I ever played. You have no idea how much those things mean to me. Thank you. I hope one day we’ll get the chance to meet face-to-face. Lastly, I’m excited to finally reveal a preview of my newest manga release, Peripheral 2/2. This is the conclusion of Dr. Dai’s story and what happened to him after meeting the one patient who changed his life forever. I can’t spoil anything just yet. But you’ll find out very soon. I suppose what I’m really trying to say is this: Life may not be cupcakes and rainbows. There will be grief. There will be loss. There will be disappointments, regrets, and wounds that

I’LL USE AI FOR THIS Another 13th of the month, another entry from me. Where do I even begin? Wow… May really is a month where you’ll say “come what may.” A lot of fiascos are happening in the art space right now, so I guess let’s start there. I think one of the worst things that could happen to any organized event just happened. Let this thread explain it: As someone who organizes events too, this honestly feels like a horror story. I never imagined an event as huge and successful as theirs could fail to secure the location. But as I got older, I learned to take things with a grain of salt. Everything is difficult, especially here in my beloved country, the Philippines. Sometimes it feels like we’re all playing life in Insanity Mode. The space is already competitive enough, and on top of that, crab mentality keeps eating us alive. I remember back in elementary school, one of our subjects was Sibika at Kultura. One lesson talked about the worst Filipino traits we developed over time, and for some reason, those lessons stayed with me. Maybe because I’ve always been a writer at heart. Even as a kid, I understood how important culture is in shaping stories, worlds, and people. Maybe my teacher would be proud if she even remembered me. Crab Mentality: Filipinos love comparison and competition. That’s why titas will point out if you gained weight, or compare you to someone else’s child. We were raised in a culture where sometimes, when someone rises, the instinct is to pull them back down. And when you look through our history, so many times we were betrayed by our own people because they couldn’t see the bigger picture. Sometimes it becomes as simple as: “If you’re better than me, then you shouldn’t be.” Ningas Kugon: Starting strong but never finishing. Full of passion in the beginning, then slowly fading once things get difficult. I think that’s one of the saddest things ever. So many dreams die not because they were impossible, but because people got tired halfway through. Bahala Na Syndrome: I heard this so much growing up. People say it when they feel helpless, or when they stop trying altogether. But over time, I realized almost every obstacle has a solution. Maybe not the easiest one. Maybe not the one we want. But still, a solution. I believe in God deeply, but I also believe He gave us hands, minds, and hearts for a reason. I never wanted to live my life just waiting for things to happen to me. I could go on forever, but these are the ones that stayed with me the most. That’s why it hurts seeing all these issues happen in the space I live in. Every time I open my phone, there’s another problem, another disappointment, another thing making people lose hope. I wish people cared more about each other, but I know that sounds almost magical nowadays. And now the arts community is suffering too. Artists are already fighting against AI, exploitation, sexism, and critics who act like destroying art is a personality trait. And now we’re fighting against ourselves too. Because as we speak, they just announced they can no longer continue the event they’ve been promoting since last year. It’s sad seeing things like this happen even to bigger events. Situations like this make people jaded. More guarded. More doubtful. Because how are people supposed to trust anything when accountability disappears and money always seems to become the bottom line? It really just sucks. I guess I should feel lucky that I got accepted into 10 conventions this year and counting, but after all this, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared too. I know how hurt artists are right now. And it doesn’t help that the government itself already feels exhausting enough to live through. Everything about the environment lately feels like a creativity killer. How are people supposed to stay inspired in a place that keeps draining them? I think I’m just the kind of person who can’t fully enjoy things when I know people around me are suffering too. But then again, when does anyone ever get to be fully happy? Maybe that’s just life. What am I even rambling about anymore. I wanted to talk about my personal life here too, honestly. Really badly. This is called “Dear Diary” for a reason but I don’t want to add more to the negativity around already. Maybe soon but maybe now isn’t the right time. I’m the type of person who speaks her mind freely, but the moment I realize I hurt someone, I delete everything and keep it to myself. So maybe I’ll just turn those feelings into something else instead. Writing. Art. Anything. I just hope things feel lighter tomorrow morning. That’s usually what I do when I’m sad. I sleep, wake up, and check if the feeling is still there. If I still feel the same. Or if something inside me finally cracked. Then that’s when I decide if I wanna do something about it. Honestly, this is what AI should figure out. Human emotions. If AI could truly understand what it feels like to be human, to hurt like this, or better yet fix it, maybe then I’d finally say I’m an AI user. Back to My Diary

DID WE DIVORCE? It took me a whole month to finally sit down and write to you guys, but I figured—maybe this is something I should do every 13th of the month. Like a little monthly update. I like the number 13 anyway. So, what was I up to this month? Honestly… a lot. Right before March ended, I finally launched my official mail club, and our very first character of the month is none other than Juni. I had so much fun putting everything together for each subscriber, and creating this alongside my artist has been such a thrilling experience. Let me walk you through what goes into each mail and why I chose them: ♥ Secret Penpals — You + A Stranger, connected through our mailing system.~This is the feature I’ve been most excited about. I’ve always wanted to make this a two-way experience—not just me sending you letters, but you getting to send something back, too. I know it’s not the most practical idea, especially since I’m a one-woman team handling writing, design, packing, and shipping. Adding this on top of everything can get overwhelming. But at the end of the day, I chose this because I want to build real connections. Because maybe one day, I won’t have as much time to reach out to people the way I do now—and I want to cherish every moment and opportunity while I can. ♥ Character of the Month in a form of postcard. ♥ A Recipe inspired by that character’s favorite dish. ♥ An Author’s Note filled with inspiration and stories behind the month’s theme. ♥ Lore I called “The Manna Journal” with inclusions (like glossary entries, quotes from the book, and bits of worldbuilding) And today, I’ll be sending these out to everyone who subscribed. How exciting! When April came, though, I found myself pulling back from social media a bit. I even did a “spicy” little post about divorce on my Facebook wall (yes… that one). Of course, people didn’t believe it—it was April Fool’s Day. But if I’m being honest, we did go through a really big fight. The kind that feels like the end of the world. I think that’s something people don’t talk about enough when it comes to marriage…that sometimes, every fight feels like it could be the last. I don’t know if I should even be sharing this, but maybe it helps someone out there who’s going through something similar. Sometimes we get so frustrated that we don’t know how to fix things together, so we just shut down. I’ve learned that when both people stop trying, it becomes toxic. Small things turn into bigger things, and before you know it, resentment builds. When I made that post, the feeling of “what if this really ends?” didn’t feel that far away. Then I thought about our vows. Our book together. This life we chose to spend with each other forever. What’s gonna happen? I’ve been through a lot in past relationships, too. There were times I got hurt so badly that I didn’t know how to process it, so I’d go to extremes—ending things before they could end me. But I think I’ve learned that no one is perfect. People feel deeply, and sometimes they act out when they’re pushed to their limits. I’m not proud of that fight, but I am grateful that we still find ways to work through things. Just this week, I also received both good and bad news from my family. I can’t really go into details, but it hurt, especially because it affected people I love. It made me realize something: I need to be kinder to myself. I tend to beat myself up whenever I can’t work because of something emotional. Lately, I haven’t been streaming or playing games. I’ve just been burying myself in work. Maybe because sadness still feels unfamiliar in a way I don’t want to revisit. I’ve been sad for a long time before, and I don’t ever want to go back to that place. Sometimes I wonder if anyone even reads these little rambles. Probably not. But weirdly enough, that thought feels comforting. It lets me be honest. It lets me feel safe. And at the same time… my job is to be open. To be vulnerable. Because that’s where my writing comes from. Now we’re almost halfway through the month again, and I’m actually really excited. I’ll be attending an event on the 25th–26th for Otaku Pop Fest. I was invited, and it’s my first sponsored event in a while. I might go alone and film something, I’m not entirely sure yet… but I’ll be there for both days. If you’re going, I hope I’ll see you there! It feels good to be back in convention spaces again, surrounded by people who share the same interests. Before I started doing art conventions as a booth artist, I used to attend events as a content creator, just like this one. Those were some of my happiest memories. I got to meet internet friends and people who used to watch my streams. This time, though, I’m especially excited to explore the anime booths because I will not stop until Eyes See You becomes an anime one day. I remember writing recently while listening to BINI’s Coachella performance, and I just thought—wow, our country is really making a name out there. And that inspired me. Maybe one day, we’ll make it too, in the space we chose. The road gets lonely sometimes. Right now, I believe in this dream so much. But I also know how much work it takes to make other people see it. Still, I’m grateful I’m here. I’m grateful for every hardship, every tear I’ve poured into this. Because I know it’s all going to be worth it. Anyway, I know this entry is a bit all over the place. But if you made it this far, thank you so much. I hope my honesty didn’t push