Dear Pearl,
I don't know if it's a good idea that you teach Blueberry to read. You're going to ruin her for serving Blue Diamond. If you show her a world outside of her situation, she'll long for it, which will only lead her to absconding to the library to steal books neither one of you are supposed to read. You'll put her at risk.
I say this, even though I recognize that I love reading about your adventures with her. There's a part of me that desperately wants to see what comes of this. I want her to enjoy literature, but this part of me is broken. I am constantly fighting these urges which are so strong within me, saying Homeworld is wrong and what they're doing to me is wrong; what they're doing to all of us is wrong. I'm the one who's wrong. There is no benefit to be gained from fighting against the Diamonds, yet I break the rules.
I don't want to stop writing. If not for you, I might let them shatter me. I might go about getting caught, trying something publicly twisted so I wouldn't need to go on living as a sinner, but I can't do it. Yet I feel so filthy.
I long for a solution.
Yellow should have shattered me. I haven't changed at all.