Hey Journal, It's me, Spike, here. I'm here to tell you about my life preceding Twilight's transformation into an Alicorn. Well, first off, even though I love Ponyville, and everyone thinks my life has been great so far, it really hasn't. I try to put on a brave face and suck it up but I'm starting to get lonely. Ever since I came here with Twilight, life has been hard. It is really hard to be the only “tame” dragon known here in Equestria. Twilight knows I am a living, breathing creature with a soul but many of the other ponies just seem to think of me as a little pet, or doggy, or inanimate object. Even some of my “best friends”.
For example, Rarity has even used me as a pincushion for Celestia's sake! A FREAKING PINCUSHION. You think you know pain, you don't until the love of your life asks you to come over to where she is and proceeds to stick needles into your spines. Now, it's no secret that I like Rarity, I think that even she knows that I like her but she still uses me. I go over to the Carousel Boutique in the hopes of an opportunity to express my feelings for her but every time I show up, all it is is “Spikey Wikey, will you kindly come over here and stand still, dear?” and “ Oh Spiiiiiiiiiike! An Ideeaaaaaaaaaa!” And here come the needles again. To know that the love of your life is using, USING you for something like that, something painful,even though they know that you love them is the worst feeling ever. To look into those beautiful, shining, sparkling, deep pools of sapphire blue with your loving eyes and see nothing back except merely inspiration for the next dress, the next suit, the next design, the next whatever. I have always been there for her. I have always been at her beck and call whenever she needed it. When the Diamond Dogs attacked, who was it that ran for help to save her? Me. Who had daydreams of being the literal knight in shining armor who dashed in and saved her and won her heart in the process? Me. Need I go on? Anyway, I was saying that they treat me like I'm worthless or something beneath them merely because I am a BABY and that I am also a DRAGON. One of these statements makes the other untrue. I am a dragon. Dragons mature at a slower rate that ponies, so in reality, I am only 1 or 2 years younger that all of Twilight's friends yet they treat me as if I am just a helpless baby. Now, I put on a tough face to show nothing is wrong but in reality, it bites deep. I have managed to grow thick emotional skin but some arrows just find that one little chink in my scales to bite into the flesh beyond.
Another perfect example is when they moved Twilight's birthday party to Canterlot and didn't inform me. I had planned out a huge cake, made it, and had it all prepared and set for the big unveiling at the end of the night for her and her friends. It was a perfect example of our friendship. It had different sections set in it with the different ponies colors and likes. Twilight's was a lavender shade just like her coat with a dark purple section on the top tier with a light purple stripe in it like her mane, there were little books frosted into it. Applejack's was orange with a tan stripe across the top for her mane with real apples baked into the actual cake itself. Pinkie Pie's is obvious. PINK. That's all it was. Just pink all over with cupcakes sitting on it. Rainbow Dash's was all colors just like her mane with extra cyan put in. It had little frosting drawings of the Wonderbolts put all over it in their various flying patterns and tricks. Fluttershy's was yellow with bubblegum pink across the top. There were little stone statues of her woodland creatures with tiny gems for eyes that I found. Then there was Rarity's section. Given my extreme feelings for her, I put extra care and precision into this part. It was all white with a strong purple strip along the top tier that I made to curl outwards like her mane does. Just a little bit though. I put real gems in her section for her to take home after she ate her section. At the top were figurines for each of them that I had scratched, gouged, and scraped into being. I tried to put as much of their character into their figures as I could with real gemstones grown and shaped by yours truly for the exact purpose of making the eyes and cutie marks of all of them. I even painted their coats and manes to fit the real things. In the middle on the top was a massive emerald that I had been shaping for over 2 months, trying to get that perfect shape to it. I had arranged all of the pony figurines so that when you looked through the facets of the gem at just the right angle, you could see all of the girls all arranged in a manner in the same way as the many pictures taken over the years. There was just one difference between the pictures and the gem. In the pictures I was absent. In the gem, I had placed figurine of myself on the shelf behind it so that you could see me in the shape of it just perfectly. It would have shown that I was really a part of the group and that I cared for each and every one of them. But then they had to go to Canterlot and visit Rarity without inviting me or even telling me they were leaving. I was highly saddened by the fact that the six mares whom I had tried to show my friendship and gratitude to had spurned me. I arrived at the library expecting to find that party in full swing that night. When I opened the door, all I saw was an empty tree house. I searched the house, thinking this was a prank of Pinkie's or Dash's that they were trying to scare me with but as I searched and found nothing, my hopes grew ever dimmer. I sat on the steps and waited. And waited. And waited. Luna's moon rose past the halfway point across the dark blue expanse of space. All hope was gone. They had left me behind. They had forgotten me. They did not care about me. They did not even bother to tell me they wouldn't be around, that they would be leaving. That hurt.
That one hurt almost as badly as the time that Twilight became the official organizer of Winter Wrap-up and they left me, sleeping, on a chunk of ice out in the middle of a lake. Apparently it was a joke. Some joke, it took me almost a week to get off that fever and cold. Another week to finish off that cough. What hurt the most was not that it was a prank but they didn't even bother to save me as the pitifully small piece of ice I was on melted and I fell into the lake, which was freezing cold by the way. They just stood there and laughed. Now, I don't mind a good prank every now and then but that one could have actually killed me. Dragons are cold-blooded creatures. If it is hot outside, we get hot, if it is cold, we get cold. With that fall into ice water, I would have gone into torpor and frozen to death had the lake not been shallow and small. It hurt even more than that when they LAUGHED. The entire town LAUGHED. The mayor, other ponies I don't even know, Twilight, Rarity, even Fluttershy. Fluttershy who is supposed to be the element of kindness laughed at my plight where I was in real danger of dying. Once again, some joke.
Then there was the time that they went to Cloudsdale for the Best Young Flyer's Competition where Rainbow Dash pulled off a Sonic Rainboom. Too bad my “friends” didn't see fit to invite me along to see it. I could have easily gone along and helped with the cheering at least but no, little Spikey Wikey has to stay here and mind the library because he is too weak and small to go on big girl adventures with us. They all came back down all blathering on about how awesome a sonic rainboom is and how they still can't believe that Dash could pull it off. I didn't even see it because Twilight had put me on strict orders to stay in the library in case any customers showed up. We have maybe had about 30 customers in the library the entire time we have lived here. That is not including Twilight's friends, of course.
I am getting really tired of being pushed off and spurned merely because they don't think of me as important enough to inform to important events in their friendship and adventures. Maybe all I need to do is pull off some dangerous stunt or something. Maybe then I will get their attention and become an equal of some sorts.
Yours truly,
Spike