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// Try, Try Again 
// Story: To My Dearest of Friends 
// by The Devious Writer 
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You said no. That’s fine, had a relative over, bad timing. Makes sense, stuff happens! Ran off before I could ask if I could come tomorrow, but you probably didn’t want to be late and miss your cousin. I get it.

You know, I’m thinking back to the election day again. You mentioned everything I did that day, but there’s a lot more, isn’t there? You probably had so much stuff pent up, I don’t even know. I just wonder sometimes, how horrible was I? All the stuff I did to you, how much did I hurt you? And the Crusaders? I hope you know I regret it everyday. I’m reminded everyday when I see you girls, and I know our friendship is more a formality than anything.

I wish there was really something like a fresh start. But scars run deep, don’t they? How do you suppose I’ll get rid of years of antagonism and hate? How can I tame a beast I’ve beaten over and over? How can I make you girls like me when all you do is run away? Why can’t you see me as anything other than what I was? How am I supposed to change if all you do is see me the same as I was? I hate this! I just don’t understand how you ponies work! I don’t get friendship! I want to, but you ponies never give me a chance! You act like we’re friends, but every time, I’m excluded. Every time, I’m that pony no one invited!

I don’t get social cues. Not in the way I should. My Cutie Mark, when I got it, I was told it was for getting ponies to listen to me. I always noticed subtle things ponies did. Mother taught me what they meant. How I should use that to strike them down before they got me. I hate her. She doesn’t know anything. If not for daddy, she’d be a bitless beggar to be spat on. How daddy deals with her irksome personality, I’ll never know.

Ugh, enough about her. I’ll ask you again tomorrow. She’s only visiting for a day, you said. I’ll hold you to that. Probably wanted to make sure she didn’t stay long enough for me to realize she doesn’t exist. Then we’ll catch up.

Ugh, shut up, mother!

~DT