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delusionalism


i'm coming up short in a life worth nothing

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Sweetie Belle and Rarity talk about Sweetie's life. It's happened before. It'll happen again. Endlessly, forever. Sweetie Belle is over it.


CW: some poems with dark and violent imagery, depression, anxiety, general experimental fuckery

An honorable mention in the Thousand Words Contest.

Apologies in advance.

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Comments ( 6 )

Wow, that's pretty dark.

I was worried that this would be about a time loop where the looper goes insane, but it looks like it's about being depressed and stuck in a cycle of inaction, very relatable for me. this quote especially

“Everything. I always repeat my mistakes. I never learn. I always fail, I always give up, I always squander every chance I get.”

The bit about struggling to complete a simple task, also relating to that
I can't relate to the 'thinking others hate me' part though. The unpunctuated poems about ripping and tearing were pretty distracting, but that's just standard issue for these types of mental illness stories ig

This was really haunting stuff
The format was lovely, marking a very deftly executed forray into more vibey territory than I often see you play in
I've mentioned before that I love your poetry so seeing it so amazingly integrated here was a treat
It's an odd one to say I liked, because I did love it but at the same time it's harrowing stuff. I think you get what I mean in any case though.
Great work!

Oh my. I hope this wasn't autobiographical.

Great reveal at the end. There are few things more terrible than what we fear those close to us truly think of us. The slipping into poetry was an interesting touch as well, saying a lot about this Sweetie's mental state not just in the verse but in how her mind goes there at all.

I wasn't sure about this one at first, but that ending really made it work. Thank you for it and best of luck in the judging.

Sweetie Belle didn’t move a single disgusting atrophied muscle.

augh love how full of self-hatred this is

Outside the crow sat there, now joined by some of its brethren. They all stared at her no they stared through her her soul was bared to them they saw it all

the repetition of "her" caused me to do a double-take which was a great way to start breaking the grammar for artistic purposes

Sweetie was trapped in a prison it was a prison life was a prison there was no escape she was stuck stuck in a body stuck in a mind there was nothing she could do

too relatable to a certain part of my mind that i don't let out too often; this really captures that feeling of it. there's nothing specific about Sweetie's life that she is bringing up here because what she is talking about is inescapable in any finite life

there is nothing
the world is an empty cup
that when you tip it over
spills

i am an empty container
that, when you drop it on the floor,
shatters
and spills her blood

love it

Words collected on the tip of Sweetie’s tongue but they did not spill out, she swallowed and ate them.

might need to steal this line for myself later, it's too good

“You’re selfish. You act as if your pain is some holy act of martyrdom, but it’s just pain. You act as if other ponies are to blame for the consequences of your own actions, but they aren’t. You know they aren’t.”

“I’m just a coward.”

“You’re just a coward.”

“I know.”

and oof, self-hatred about one's own self-hatred, exactly the way it feels

(it was her fault she didn’t go help Rarity who knows how long she was struggling to carry this all and she didn’t help)

this is the kind of thought i used to have a lot growing up and in my twenties, that scrupulosity

Rarity hugged her, and Sweetie had to fight the urge to shake her off and run away. “I will always be here for you, no matter what, okay? I love you, and nothing will change that.”

“I know,” she lied.

and augh, this twists the knife so beautifully! the gulf between the sweetness of the moment and Sweetie Belle's endurance of it, Rarity being her perfectly Rarity self, all of it is just so good.


this was an amazing work! loved everything about it. that self-hatred, reading the worst interpretation into every interaction and everything about oneself, feeling unable to do even basic things, and that meta-self-hatred of none of this even being novel or difficult to get over, fueling the self-hatred even more, all of it so very on-point, with great imagery and poetry throughout. thank you for this!

Hello! Have a review. One of those fics I am glad I read, but am also glad I won't have to read again. That's a compliment as to the impact it has, though it's the polar opposite of fluffy. Upvoted, and well done on the honourable mention!

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