hey my dear,

I've been thinking about my stories for a very long time and how to continue them. Many think I've stopped and that nothing more will come, but something is coming. I have far too many ideas for the story and I love it too much to just cancel it. I'm currently continuing the chapter of Dear Society and hope to finish it today. The chapter should be online tomorrow, and I'm so excited about it! This will be my start of Dear Society, with my full cast. And I have lots of ideas. Ideas about how best to present the characters, and I've roughly written out a plan for how it will go. I'm just incredibly excited about it and hope you like it.

Can we be human again?

Can we act like humans: flawed, can feel, and real?

We've become so divided by our beliefs, religions, races, and ideologies that we've begun to forget what it truly means to be human.

Where is our humanity now?

Are we no longer allowed to make mistakes? To sin? To grow? To simply exist as imperfect people?

Why do we keep chasing perfection when our own lives are already fragile and beautifully incomplete?

Why has it become so easy to judge, to speak without understanding, and to expect flawlessness from one another?

Why do we keep dictating how others should live, think, or feel; when being human should already be enough?

Is it what society has become?

Sometimes, it feels unbearably cruel.

There are moments when I hesitate to compare people to animals, because animals, guided by instinct, often display a kind of honesty that we struggle to practice. They don't pretend to be morally superior. They simply survive. Yet we, despite our capacity for empathy, compassion, and reason, too often choose division over understanding, pride over humility, and judgement over grace.

Perhaps the world doesn't need more perfect people.

Stop teaching us to fear our own softness when the real danger walks with confidence in the skin of the men you keep defending.

You ask us why we're so guarded; why we flinch when a voice gets too loud, why we double-check the locks, why we don't smile back, why we do this and that just to protect ourselves.

But you rarely ask him.

Why did he shatter someone just to feel powerful?

Why does "NO" sound like an invitation to him?

Why does he ghost, gaslight, manipulate, and still expect RESPECT.

Too often, boys are raised to believe that silence means submission, that tears are weakness, and that love is something owed rather than earned.

You tell us, "NOT ALL MEN", while we count the names of the ones who violated us; the ones who stood by and let it happen.

We are tired of healing from wounds we never created.

Tired of carrying the burden of violence that others were never taught to unlearn.

So no, we don't hate men.