Oh, hey there everpony. It's me again. It's Sync. I'm sorry I yelled at you there for a little bit. I mean, it's just that it's so hard to get love when you're a sad little unicorn like me who can barely do anything for herself. You see, the stories, they consume me so that there's really no room left for reality. I didn't mean to be so brash and all. Please forgive me?
I mean, if you want to that is.
"You're pathetic." drawls the voice.
I sit silent for a few seconds, contemplating that. I levitate a pencil into the air and use it to scratch a few meaningless lines in a piece of paper.
"I suppose you could say that." I finally reply. "What have I really done to solicit your concern? Sure I’ve thrown some words about. But really it’s not doing a thing. Not a single thing. I’m still here in my little corner, raving like a lunatic over these words. I’m still struggling for something. Struggling, because that’s the only thing I can call it.”
"You're going to leave them with those depressing thoughts?" The voice asks in that exasperated Twilight Sparkle sort of way.
"Well, of course. What else can I do?” I reply, extreme calm my motivation.
“You could rant some more. That was quite amusing.”
I shake my head slowly and finally blink.
“No one wants to hear that. Only the ones that want to rant themselves. I know I’m not going to be understood no matter what I do. Why should I bother making art that anypony can understand?”
Kartal is sooo going to have to rethink that comedy tag because of me.
It has begun.