Dear Gilda,
I couldn’t not write to you about that for some reason. It’s been on my mind lately, and I guess it just slipped out in the letters I wrote. Sorry for that. I didn’t need you to know about it. It’s all my fault anyway. You don’t need to deal with my problems. Nopony deserves the blame but me. I wish I could
Sorry about that. Pretend I didn’t send that part. Hopefully this ink remover worked, otherwise you’d still see it and then I’d have to explain it
Look, let’s just say she asked about us for a reason, and I really don’t know why. All I know is that it ended up with us arguing, and with me outside Sweet Apple Acres with my stuff in a wagon. You know how humiliating it is to have to move back to my cloud home with all the stuff that I had? The girls had asked me what was wrong and even offered to help me, but I was too upset with everything to deal with them at the time. I told them it was none of their business, and told them that I didn’t need their help. Now they’re mad at me too.
Can we just talk about this at your place? I really need somepony. It’s… lonely here. I don’t know why it bothers me so much but it does.
Yours,
Rainbow Dash.