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// Pony Diaries 8 
// Story: Pony Diaries 
// by Mitslits 
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	Pony Diaries 8

First off, I would like to apologize for the handwriting. It's been awhile since I actually wrote with a hand. This may seem neat, but it's nothing compared to my horn-writing. I miss Ponyville already. Maybe I should explain what happened.

I was sleeping in my room when I awoke with a headache. A really bad headache. I opened my eyes to see the world blurring around me. Suddenly, everything converged on one point and I was pulled towards that point. I screamed, but no one could hear me.

When I next opened my eyes, I was sitting in a weird machine, head cradled in my hands. Yes, hands. NOT hooves. I realized that I was back in my world. I cried.

Sheila yanked open the door and pulled me out of the contraption. "I was so worried about you!" she told me. "I was simply running some tests, when it went haywire! I don't really know what happened for sure."

I shook my head, dazed. I stood and tried to walk, but I fell. Two legs. I wasn't used to them. In fact, I'm having a lot of trouble writing right now. I don't know what date it is in this world, so I didn't write it up there. When I mentioned that I had been gone for several weeks, Sheila told me I had only been unconscious for three days. Or so she thought, anyway. Apparently my body disappeared when I was in Ponyville. It makes sense I guess. Anyways, I feel really bad right now. My body is trying to readjust to the normal world. Realization that my friends are gone has finally sunk in, so I'm really depressed. I finally find the perfect man and he's not a man at all. He's a pony and I had to leave him. Sheila is a good friend too, but she's not Bon Bon. I want to go back. I just got here and I want to go back.

Sweet Star-

Janice

A Few Days Later

I still don't know the date. I'm having trouble with even the simplest functions. I can't eat or sleep, because time was different in Ponyville and since I got back, I've had no appetite. I'm withering away to nothing. I have to go back. I just have to.

Janice

One Year Later

I'm so excited. Sheila figured out how the machine messed up. She's going to do that again so I can back. I'm meeting her tomorrow. I can't wait.

Janice