Dear Diary,
It's funny how much love a pony can hold in their heart and how much hate can be held too. For me, recently it’s been more hate than love. Why? There’s only one reason. It should be noted that my home situation has reached a critical point. I haven’t seen real food in months. What few clothes I do have are tattered and barely liveable. Which is why I barely wear them. Unless it’s business or school, then I have no need to. Amazingly, water has been accessible. Okay...well it’s accessible through the stream that runs parallel to the park. Therefore more illegal grazing and drinking is required for me to ya know, not die! When he’s home, he’s hittin’ me and recently he’s been in the habit of bringing home take out and purposely tying me by my neck and eating in front of me while I’m tethered to the bathroom door. Claiming it’s to punish me for quote: “gaining too much weight”. Once again, it’s gotten so bad to the point where my ribs show again and now it hurts to even walk. I have been tight on funds recently and the gang isn’t exactly helping much. At some point I considered just going to a homeless shelter and beg for food like a damn dog! But there’s a problem with that, I’m still being monitored by dad’s gang. I can’t even go into school without 3 or 4 big stallions flanking me and pushing me into the doors. However, at least one of them is nice. His name’s Firework. I know this because I met him a few times as a little filly when my dad’s “security” buds came over. He always looked at me with a gentle gaze. As if he recognized me as a simple small, pretty filly. Over the years, him and “uncle” Jojo have almost always been around dad. Yet they treat me like a pony instead of a...well pet. Unlike my dad, who seems to think that a daughter is like a dog.
Anyways, my cohorts have been detained (got expelled) for unfair reasons. So now the responsibility of the informants fall upon my shoulders until the new 6th and 8th grade informants can be accessed. That might take a few days though. So believe me when I say that sucks! I have to work 3× as hard for the next couple days. Add on that dad’s thugs are gonna be on me faster than I can keep up is gonna be a struggle. Yet, as I contemplate these thoughts, an alarming new thought just occurred to me! How am I gonna report to the Leader about all 3 grades? My brain hurts from even trying to think that through. Geez!
Okay, so...head splitting thoughts aside, I can’t say much has been good lately. Stormy’s in the hospital for a broken wing (I told her skateboarding in a cloud park was dangerous!) and a concussion (again, skateboarding in a cloud park without a helmet...instant danger!). She’ll be fine, but she’s stuck in the hospital for a few weeks. I’ve been to see her (of course, behind dad’s back) a couple times throughout the past two days. She seems pretty out of it and the last time, I’m petty sure she was high on painkillers. That was admittedly hilarious and I recorded it too!
Alright. Well with all that said, I truly can’t say I hated seeing her in the hospital. While I may not have loved seeing her in the hospital, I am still a supportive friend. I even convinced Lightning and Wave to come with me to get her some “get well soon” gifts. Well, I gotta go now. Gotta figure out what I’m gonna eat.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 12 and ½)
P.S.: I feel like I should set Stormy up with somepony from my flight class...I’ve seen some ponies looking….