I can’t help but think she’s running away from her problems, kindof? I know she still feels invisible sometimes and maybe she doesn’t have a very tight relationship with us, but we’re working on that. I mean, we’re her friends. We’re here for her. We can help her. I mean, I have great friends here. And if I can do it, I think she can, too. I really think she can make it here.
And I guess a part of me feels guilty because I think it’s my fault that she’s like that. I think I drove her away. I mean, not just me, but yes me. Kinda. If that makes sense?
I don’t think it’s your fault, or anything you did. She doesn’t blame you for anything. Not that I can tell, anyway.
I seem to recall you not having many friends at first, too.
I didn’t have friends because I thought friendship was a waste of time. She doesn’t have friends because she’s got the self confidence of a wet tissue.
Don’t tell her I said that.
I won’t.
You’re not wrong. But don’t tell her I said that.
Ha!
But seriously. I think another part of me doesn't want her to go back because I don’t want her to give up on us. I think I can help her. I mean, I’m her friend, and I don’t want to lose her.
But even just writing that, there’s a lot of I, I, I and I know that’s not right. And if I was a good friend, I would worry about what she wants. What’s best for her. And support her.
You’ve come a long way, Sunset. That whole last paragraph was like you reading my mind.
It’s good that you care about her, though.
Did I ever tell you about Pinkie Pie and her yovidaphone?
That’s not a real word.
Ohhh yes it is. So Pinkie, our Pinkie…