Pinkie has a horrible secret; she's a changeling. She has been for a while.

But she can't bring herself to tell anyone or anything, except a cheap journal. It's better if nopony knows, after all, and her lies aren't hurting anyone.

Not hurting anyone at all...

Notes: CH 1 edited by Sessaslisk.

I've spent the majority of my life tilling the desolate land in which I live. Every day, I wake up to move useless rocks from one location to another. This is an archaic line of work that my family has clung to for generations. It is a dull, grey existence.

Today, I have woken up in a strange room, lying in a bed that isn't mine. I'm surrounded by five mares whom I've never seen in my life. They claim to be my friends, and expect me to bring joy to the hearts of everypony.

Joy? I don't think I've ever experienced this for myself, so how am I supposed to thrust it upon others?

My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, and I'm not sure what to make of this situation.