Regret
I feel so really, really awful right now!
Oh, dear diary.... what have I done!? All my friends, the ponies who cared about me, I said such mean and horrible things to them! That... that horrible junk, it changed me.... and I hurt all of them so much! How could I have lost so much control? How could I have been such a terrible pony? I still can't believe all the terrible things Pinkie Pie told me I did... and the worst part is, I don't even remember any of it!
When I first woke up this morning, I was shocked to find my mane had grown much longer, and my cutie mark had become... well, a real flower! Coming out of the side of my flank, just like it was growing there naturally! And as if that wasn't enough of a shock dear diary, I actually found myself taller than I had been before! So, I came to the conclusion that those chemicals had simply altered my physical form, and left it at that.
But when I ventured out of my house and into Ponyville, I noticed all of the dark looks and nasty glares all my friends were giving me! No pony in town was even talking to me or even saying hello... I couldn't even figure out what was wrong! But then when I walked into Rainbow Dash's botique to pick up a new dress, I discovered things were about to get even more bizarre!
"Well, well, well, so you're here for a dress, darling? That's certainly a surprise!" Dashie snapped at me, stamping her hoof in anger. "Why would you possibly want something as terrible as my rags to adorn your nigh-prefect body?!"
I was struck speechless, not knowing what to say to something so harsh coming out of the mouth of a friend. But it was even more of a shock when I went to Cotton Candy's Cafe, and recieved a reception I really didn't expect.
"Oh Daffey, I didn't expect to see you in my place!" She growled at me. "Here, let me get you a cup of your favorite punch!"
She then proceeded to dump a cup of rainbow berry juice all over my head. Leaving that place in shock, I proceeded to go to the beach, where I was kicked off the dock and into the ocean by Sunny Daze, and visiting the Ponyville art studio saw Toola Roola dumping paint all over me. Why were my friends treating me like rubbish?
"You were acting crazy the other day, Daffey." Pinkie Pie finally told me, when she saw me wandering around in confusion. "You said a lot of mean things to your friends, and did a lot of mean things, too. We're all still kinda a little hurt by what happened."
Do you know how much it hurt to learn I had abused my friends, diary? I treated all the ponies who care about me like garbage, I hurt them so badly, I don't think they'll ever be able to forgive me. I'm sitting here in my beauty salon as I'm writing this, diary, watching all of my usual customers giving me nasty looks as they walk past my beautician's chair and go to either have Amberlocks or Snippy cut their manes. They won't talk to me, look at me, or even acknowledge me, diary. How can I even apologize to them for my horrible actions, when they won't even let me talk to them?
It wasn't me who said those mean things, I was under the affect of the weird magic. But I'm not going to use that to try and excuse what I did yesterday. I guess... I guess that potion mixture brought out all of the hidden angers and frustrations I had towards my friends here in Ponyville, but I wish they could've come out in a nicer way that telling Wisteria her flowers were ugly, or telling Sparkleworks how she's too fat. Even Scootlaoo didn't deserve it when I apparently stole her scooter and took it for a joyride. It's now smashed into tiny little sparking pieces against the wall of Pinkie Pie's house. Seems like I caused damage both physical and to pony's feelings.
I can't let this go on, I at least have to make my friends understand how terribly, horribly sorry I am. I have to talk to someone, and get them to try and get the others to at least listen to me. But I've seemingly insulted, degraded and upset any possible pony I could've otherwise turned to. Who would possibly understand the level to which I've fallen, who would listen to me, after the way I shoved Sweetberry's ranibowberry cake into her face, and after I dumped Applejack's picnic basket full of sandwiches on her head. My new look, and my lack of a need for glasses now, serve as a sad reminder of all the mistakes I've made.
Twinkle Twirl would never let me back into her dance studio after I tripped her and her dancers, and I don't think I'm welcome at the Surf shop after giving Sunny Daze an atomic wedgie in her bikini bottom. Who is going to even listen to me long enough to listen to my side? What pony could have possibly been though so many screw ups, mistakes and foul ups that they could possibly understand what I am going through right now? It would take a walking disaster of a mare, with the worst luck in the world and is a walking disaster, who could possibly....
... Diary, I do believe I just answered my own question.... but I gotta wonder, will she even give me a chance to explain myself?