My Five Best Friends,
Forgive me. I killed myself. Goodness, I just couldn't contain it anymore. I hope you'll move on. Find a new best friend. One who will always be there for you because I'm not here anymore. One that will bring you more smiles because all we did was cry together. One that will make more memories with you because all we did was rant and rant and rant. One that will cheer you up when you are down because I was always down, except when we were little.
Don't forget our endless chats. Or our laughs when we were younger. Or our pranks when we were feeling naughty. Or our beauty makeovers when we were feeling girly. Or our scary stories that we told at slumber parties or on camping trips. Or our pillow fights in those slumber parties. Or our crying and crying when we were depressed. Or our rants about that stallion who broke our hearts. Or our rants about the mare who bullied me not too long ago. Or your talks and lectures on telling me to stop cutting. Or your compliments that never seemed to work. Or my constant pestering you when I needed help. Or my parties that I promised to have with you but never did.
Find a new best friend. One who will have parties with you. Because, girls, no one loves parties more than you do. Especially you, Pinkie Pie. So find a new best friend who loves parties slightly as much as all of you do and you can have parties ...without me. I know deep in my soul that one day, you'll be the prettiest girls in Ponyville. Or even all of Equestria. One day, you'll each have a special somepony that you will truly deserve. And one day, you'll get married, and have a child. I hope it will be a girl. Tell your child about me, okay? Tell your child that her Auntie Twilight is watching over her, and she shouldn't be afraid. Tell your husband about me too, alright? And don't forget to remember me.
I love you so, so, so, so, so, so much, and I'm sorry, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie,
A dead Sparkle