Diamond Tiara presents a mean, manipulative exterior to her fellow ponies at times - and it turns out she knows it. She doesn't claim to have a cute and snuggly inner self, but she does have concerns. About herself, about destiny, about her cutie mark.

In a bout of insecurity, she writes an entry into a diary she was given at the party celebrating her cutie mark, venting her fears and confusion to an inanimate object incapable of judging her or telling her that she needs to be more harmonious. Who is she, really? What is she meant to be? If she knew, perhaps she'd feel better, but she doesn't.

This story could be taken as a side story to some of my other works, but it could also stand on its own.