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// This Twelfth Entry 
// Story: The Diary of Spike the Dragon 
// by Wrangle Wolfe 
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Well, damn.

I managed to scare all of Ponyville trying to help ponies and kick the asses of the ponies that deserved their asses kicked. Scootaloo was the only pony I actually helped. Well, shit, this is what I get for attempting to be helpful.

FUCK!

Just....

I....

FUCKKKK!

I don't even ficking know any more. I don't know what the fuck I was trying to do. DId I seriously think that bull fucking shit was was going to wor? Really did I? DAMINTTT FUCKIT ALL TO HEELLLL!!!

I tor my fucking paper... great. Just MOTHR FUCKInG GREAT. BULL SHIT!!?!

I don't need sanity any more. t's not my friend. I don't have and friends....

I HATER FRIEND!S!!! I can't eve see wright . I it.................................................. Earlier........ I went ininto Applejacks.... red big thingy and got some hard cidyer out and. I drunk a lot it only got me tipsy but I still can't really think straight or see that.... good..... FUCK !

I keep getting angry.... 

I just keep doing it.

And I can't stop. It makes me sad. I know this ssstuid cidre is gon  help but shen it's gone what am I gonna do? Dirink more and become a alcocohic? Oh fuck the tears in my wyes I can't see shit and mny claws r shaky. I'm gonna go throw up. Bye diary.........