Berry Punch has a horrible secret she doesn't want the other ponies to know. She avoids parties, avoids friends, avoids alcohol. But one fateful night, she can't avoid running into someone who actually seems to understand what she's going through.
...this can't be written by the same anonpencil... where's my sick jokes? Where's the crude humor? Where's the vomit?! Why am i sweating through my eyes?!?
For some reason, even though I was listening to sad music while reading this, I didn't cry. Maybe it's because I take reading seriously? https://cdn.meme.am/instances/11678227.jpg
Marvelous! Simply marvelous! This definitely speaks to those od us who go through something hard and hide it, taking solace in those we spare only to find pain in our own company. And those we seek who know our pain. Well, pffft, I'm not dying, but depression, anxiety and autism might count towards something else.
I used to like sleep but now...it's hard to find. It's scary. The scariest thing in all of this, to be honest, because I know that there's a chance I'll close my eyes and just never wake up. I'll never have a last word, a final lovely thought to focus on. I'll just slip away and never even know I was gone. People talk about dying in their sleep like it's a blessing, but every time I close my eyes the thought of that happening snaps them right back open.
Shit. I get that sometimes and I'm not even dying (so far as I'm aware). Tonight's going to be another one of those nights, I suspect.
I mean, illness or not, self-inflicted or not, that doesn't change the fact that you never know. There's a reason they say you should live each day like it were to be your last.
This is touching something deep within my soul, and i'm not entirely sure how to describe it, or even what it is. Most of the time, when I read stories like this, I don't feel anything too extreme. I notice they're well written, they're kinda sad, and I move on. But when I read this story, when I imagine this scenario, and when I imagine the feeling's these two have...
It pains me. I've felt that. I've been scared of dying, I've been scared of not being able to do anything, I've been scared of leaving everything behind. I'm sure we all have at some point.
It feels weird to type this out, but this story is among one of the best things I have ever read. In general. The quality of this story is among the highest, and I aspire to have the ability to write something as great as this one day.
Thank you, Pencil, if you're reading this, for writing this. That is all I have to say.
I like. Going into the RFS for sure.
This is amazing, I feel genuinely touched.
This was a very nice read. Normally, my opinion is that HIE has been very overdone. Regardless, this story deserves more recognition.
...or you can just ignore advice from one legged junkie alcoholics. Fuck me running, that got real.
I admit I like the style in which this story is written, but that was a bit to sad somehow.
It is really nice to read, just a bit sad that we only can get him while they are slowly dying, at least that kid of feeling.
Damn this is a good story!
God! The feels are real! I can't stop reading or tearing up.
...this can't be written by the same anonpencil...
where's my sick jokes? Where's the crude humor? Where's the vomit?! Why am i sweating through my eyes?!?
A tragic romance
For some reason, even though I was listening to sad music while reading this, I didn't cry. Maybe it's because I take reading seriously?
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This is... a lot different than I expected. Really freaking good.
Damn... this is extremely well written, I approve of this!
A tragic romance... whew.
Nicely done.
This chapter hit a soft spot.
wow, that's pretty dark
Marvelous! Simply marvelous!
This definitely speaks to those od us who go through something hard and hide it, taking solace in those we spare only to find pain in our own company.
And those we seek who know our pain.
Well, pffft, I'm not dying, but depression, anxiety and autism might count towards something else.
Shit. I get that sometimes and I'm not even dying (so far as I'm aware). Tonight's going to be another one of those nights, I suspect.
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We're all slowly dying, aren't we?
I mean, illness or not, self-inflicted or not, that doesn't change the fact that you never know. There's a reason they say you should live each day like it were to be your last.
None of us might be here tomorrow. :-)
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Your username is awesome.
This is touching something deep within my soul, and i'm not entirely sure how to describe it, or even what it is. Most of the time, when I read stories like this, I don't feel anything too extreme. I notice they're well written, they're kinda sad, and I move on.
But when I read this story, when I imagine this scenario, and when I imagine the feeling's these two have...
It pains me.
I've felt that. I've been scared of dying, I've been scared of not being able to do anything, I've been scared of leaving everything behind. I'm sure we all have at some point.
It feels weird to type this out, but this story is among one of the best things I have ever read. In general.
The quality of this story is among the highest, and I aspire to have the ability to write something as great as this one day.
Thank you, Pencil, if you're reading this, for writing this.
That is all I have to say.
I will now proceed to the final chapter.