Every day is the same, fighting for control over my own body, just to try and put forth my own efforts of improving this small town.
I am Pinkamena Diane Pie, past rock harvester, current party pony...No, that's Pinkie's job.
So why say this? Well, I'm on my bedroom floor, and after months of trying, have taken conscious control from that insane mare Pinkie Pie. It's not so easy being me, just because of a split personality.
I've got more things on my mind now than Pinkie Pie does when rambling about what she knows about parties. and every one of them heavier in my heart than the last.