Letters' Fourth Anniversary · 12:31pm Jun 7th, 2016
Four years ago today, I was unemployed, grateful to be alive with seven freshly-removed stitches in my left arm, and I began writing about a sweet little innocent unicorn who came to a backwater town to learn about the magic of friendship.
Or maybe her teacher was finally fed up with her shit so she kicked her out and made her somepony else's problem. I get those two easily confused.
Poor Twilight is just a victim of circumstance.
Also, congratulations and you are welcome.
Four years. It's odd that what many consider a reasonably long period of time can feel like a whole lot less.
Congrats.