16th of March, 1129, Saturday
There is quite a lot to talk about today, dear Diary, so I’ll try to remember what I can.
But I suppose we should start with the most interesting? Important? one.
Rainbow
hadn’t left at all.
She was here the entire time.
The amazing thing is, when she finally returned, she thought it was still Friday!
And where had she been this entire time?
The library!
I know I was in a bad mood yesterday but I can’t help giggle to myself at the pure irony of, well, Rainbow being lost in books!
All those years of young adult novels finally caught up, I guess. It’s funny that a little under ten years back, she would be the one telling Twilight off for doing the same.
Rainbow knocked on my door early this morning, eyes drained of life, shoulders slumped. She looked tired, but the reason for that became incredibly apparent.
She told me she was just looking around, poking around in there, like a ‘tomb’ she called it, full of dead trees, and she just kept looking and looking and looking for anything she could, and probably lost track of time.
She’s been awake for a day! Poor thing! I sent her off to bed immediately.
She also told me something that I’m quite
ashamed of now
that I think about it.
I did, now that I think about it, notice that she had left the bag with the weird object in it in my room. I should have noticed it, really, it was literally there on my kitchen counter for the entire time. I hadn’t even moved it even when I was making myself dinner last night.
It is incredible to me how bad I can get sometimes, when my emotions cloud my thoughts to such a degree. But this has always been my issue, even when I was young.
The magnification of emotion is such a burden.
It sweeps over me like a torrential flood until I am left gasping for air.
I had thought time, growth, maturity would solve it, but just like a hyrdasuckle bur, it clings on and refuses to let go.
Sometimes it’s just easier to ignore it.
Just like the bunnies.
And just like a bunny I was left hopping around today, as Rainbow offered me a hoof of assistance.
In the end, Rainbow didn’t find anything. But she mentioned she might try again tomorrow before shuffling off to the guest bed.
I’m not
unhappy
with that news.
I’ve been alone since Cloudsdale, and I’m remembering what it feels like again, to be part of someone else.
But at the same time, it hurts.
You know why it hurts, don’t you, dear Diary?
Anyway, I’m off to go manage the animals now.