Yes, I know its noon, so shut up.
I don’t think I can put into words how much I hate the holidays. Such stupid, stupid things they are. They are literally just excuses for everypony to be nice to each other without the effort of actually giving a crap. Holidays are the putrid, corrupt, slime that have poisoned Equestria into further deluding itself into believing that anything is worth anything.
Huh, that actually got pretty close to describing my hatred. That’s words for you.
Days like these are the worst. I’m sitting here, all alone in my living room (Don’t even get me started about the ‘wonderful’ company you provide.), staring at my wall and listening to the silence.
On a separate note, did you know you could listen to silence? Cause you can.
Anyfae, I hate days like this. Do I have a reason why? No…well, not any good reasons. All I can say is that days like this have been very commonplace since Daddy dearest decided it was time to live with his whore. I mean, yeah, Shirley helped distract me from it all, but it was still there. Always there.
I hate drama, I really do, but this is real life, you have to experience it. In fact, that’s kinda the problem. Mom died and Dad stopped even trying to be a parent and that led to the entirety of the town fucking stuffing it down my throat that they ‘cared’. I tried to just grin and bear it, but they just wouldn’t let me. Sure, something was wrong and I was terribly upset, but I didn’t want to talk about it or even acknowledge it existed. All they wanted was for me to talk about it. Somehow that made me the bad guy when I didn’t want to.
I remember Blossom coming up to me once during recess and giving me a flower and saying that everything was gonna be okay and that ‘it wasn’t my fault’. No shit, stupid. It’s not like I mind controlled the bees into killing my Mom and then mind controlled my Dad into being an empty chair at the dinner table. Stupid filly. I told her as much too. Got in trouble for that.
Nothing is my fault. Ever. End of story.
Like I said, life is the problem; not me.
For crap’s sake, look at em all; walking about, talking to each other, smiling, playing in the snow, eat- that guy just tripped! I fucking hope it hurt! Haha, yeah! That is one of the reasons I love life sometimes. Cause it doesn’t just focus on one pony, life sucks for everypony. Like him. He tripped. Ha.
I mean, yeah, I could totally be out there with them and stuff, but then I’d have to be OUT THERE WITH THEM! That includes the Lesbian, the Nerd, the Pinktard, the Destroyer of Verbiage, Octavia, and, of course, the Derptard.
Oh, Octavia…I really had high hopes for that. Crap, it’s been YEARS since I’ve ever given a crap about a foal machine in a way other than seething dislike. It would’ve worked; we would’ve been a great couple. She fucked it up. Yeah, she had to go and take offense to the whole ‘blackmail’ thing. It’s like she’d never even heard of flirting before! Then she went and decided to be a lesbian. Bitch should’ve had the common decency to tell me before I wasted my time kissing her and liking her. I mean, it’s not like she was emotionally torn by the attention of a desperate (And sexy.) stallion who put the idea of a relationship on such a pedestal that he began hallucinating that he saw her fucking him.
Oh well, it doesn’t fucking matter. It’ll be Hearth’s Warming Eve soon enough and this’ll all be over.
That seriously can’t come soon enough.
Happy birthday, Shirley.