Twilight is not okay. That much is certain. She hasn't been okay for a very long time. It's been so long since she's felt anything but numbness and apathy...
Trigger Warnings: Suicidal thoughts and actions, depression, eating-disorder, and anxiety.
Twilight is not okay. That much is certain. She hasn't been okay for a very long time. It's been so long since she's felt anything but numbness and apathy...
Trigger Warnings: Suicidal thoughts and actions, depression, eating-disorder, and anxiety.
Scootaloo is just a lonely filly living on the streets of Baltimare. After the tragic loss of her parents, she spends her days trying to survive on her own. Nobody will take her in, and she struggles to find a good place to rest each night. It is a bleak existence for her, one that she feels she will never escape from.
But when a passing cart drops a small package in front of her cardboard box, will she find something that will bring some light into her life?
Proofread by PhiliChez and DustyPwny
Cover art by IDSmehlite with permission for this fic.
Story is inspired by this video by SourceRabbit0
I've been wearing a mask. For how long i'm not certain. Someday that mask will come off. Either i'll remove it willingly or it'll fall off at the worst moment. Until then i'll just write the letters which i'll never send.
Warning: Suicidal and depressive thoughts
Now with audio reading Dear Princess Celestia
Lovingly edited by one of my best friends Jumbled