Dear Friends,
The last letter was such a stress reliever, to be honest. I didn’t think it would be; I mostly did it on a whim. But then again, I should’ve known lying to myself about how people saw me was always therapeutic, and I heard talking with your friends was a good way to deal with problems.
One day, maybe I’ll talk to one of you. Then again, I’d just be a bother again. I’d hate to make you think I don’t appreciate what you’ve already offered me. I’m probably just greedy, push, demanding… always wanting more…
Remember we used to invite each other over, Silver? Used to do it all the time, definitely the highlight of my days, even if it’d be a nightmare when we parted. I could handle all the yelling, the put-downs to you and me, the disgust in her voice; it was all worth it for the time I got to have with you. You were my escape, even more so than school itself. Everything was nicer when you were around. But at some point, we started doing it less and less. I probably took you for granted, didn’t I? I just couldn’t bottle up all that pain, and you were always a stress relief. Just, in a different way then before. Things kept coming up for why we couldn’t always hang out.
One day, you said no. No excuses, nothing. Just… “No.” I didn’t think anything of it then. But thinking back, your excuses were getting less and less realistic. You were trying to get me to realize you didn’t want to hang out anymore, weren‘t you? I guess I was too clingy, too demanding. I’m really sorry about that. I’m just thankful you always walked with me at school.
You know, we should really hang out again sometime. I mean, we haven’t visited each other in a long time, right? Or maybe one of the Crusaders? I really liked their clubhouse… I wish you girls invited me over again sometime. Then again, all I did there the last time was criticize you… Yikes.
Maybe not. I wouldn’t want to intrude on whatever you girls do outside of school. I bet you three already regret making friends with me, huh? You just wanted me to get off your back. I mean, who wouldn’t? But now that you have your cutie marks, I don’t really have anything on you. You girls are just too nice to cut me off, aren’t you? I better not push it, right?
I wonder, what do you girls do after school now? I think I asked you before, but you weren’t really willing to tell me. I swear, I don’t know anything about you girls! I try! I really do, I try to make small talk, I try to get to know you better, but no one’s willing to tell me anything! Oh look, it’s Diamond Tiara! Let’s just ignore when she’s talking! I mean, why should we pay attention? You think you’re just so much superior now that you’ve gotten your cutie marks and you’re more popular in school?
I’m probably imagining things. Mother’s calling. I think I’ll ask Silver if we can hang out tomorrow after school. We don’t have that much homework this week, and I don’t think anything important’s coming up around Ponyville. She’ll be sure to say yes. You and I’ll catch up, hang out, just like old times! See ya tomorrow!
Love,
Diamond Tiara
ugh mother is such a !!!!!!