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magicalrealist) wrote in
dear_mun2013-11-01 12:33 am
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A very upset unicorn's thoughts on
mylittlejamjar's Nightmare Night
(The unicorn doesn't seem to be paying much attention to anything besides the tome levitated in front of her.)
...What else is there for me to say to you? What can I possibly say to you right now that I haven't said many times before? You never listen to me, you never take my feelings into consideration and your attempts to "help me feel better" have only made things worse.
(I know you're angry and I know this looks bad, but I can fix this!)
Angry? Angry?
(She looks up with a piercing glare as her horn crackles with lightning. Eventually, she returns to her unnerving calmness.)
Angry doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about this...about any of this. And before you say anything else, mundane, let me go down the list:
☑ Potentially irreversible existentialism and matching identity issues
☑ Crushing nihilistic viewpoints
☑ Summoning magic that's caused much more harm than good
☑ The inability to be happy for my friends and instead being jealous
☑ Getting possessed by Nightmare Moon and declaring war on Equestria
☑ Extreme discomfort from looking at any events past Cadence's and Shining Armor's wedding
☑ Potentially losing all of my friends due to my (meaning your) selfishness
What happened to the days when we did things just for the sake of being fun? Back when things were simple and didn't end in overwhelming depression? The only thing left from those days is my journal name.
(She flips the page.)
So no, mundane; I'm not going to waste my time begging, groveling or even yelling at you anymore. It did nothing back then and that's never going to change, so go ahead and keep playing the schadenfreude card; I'm not interested anymore. I would say to go and fill out that drop page and put me out of my misery, but since we've established that there's no communication link between us, I'll save myself the trouble.
...What else is there for me to say to you? What can I possibly say to you right now that I haven't said many times before? You never listen to me, you never take my feelings into consideration and your attempts to "help me feel better" have only made things worse.
(I know you're angry and I know this looks bad, but I can fix this!)
Angry? Angry?
(She looks up with a piercing glare as her horn crackles with lightning. Eventually, she returns to her unnerving calmness.)
Angry doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about this...about any of this. And before you say anything else, mundane, let me go down the list:
☑ Potentially irreversible existentialism and matching identity issues
☑ Crushing nihilistic viewpoints
☑ Summoning magic that's caused much more harm than good
☑ The inability to be happy for my friends and instead being jealous
☑ Getting possessed by Nightmare Moon and declaring war on Equestria
☑ Extreme discomfort from looking at any events past Cadence's and Shining Armor's wedding
☑ Potentially losing all of my friends due to my (meaning your) selfishness
What happened to the days when we did things just for the sake of being fun? Back when things were simple and didn't end in overwhelming depression? The only thing left from those days is my journal name.
(She flips the page.)
So no, mundane; I'm not going to waste my time begging, groveling or even yelling at you anymore. It did nothing back then and that's never going to change, so go ahead and keep playing the schadenfreude card; I'm not interested anymore. I would say to go and fill out that drop page and put me out of my misery, but since we've established that there's no communication link between us, I'll save myself the trouble.

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[ Said ironically by the red-maned magical girl who's currently chowing down on a box of Pocky, munching on one stick after another. ]
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I'll give you points for the self-referential humor, at least.
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tl;dr effects of playing a fountain of useless facts
Sometimes they lead to things. Maybe.
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...I'm so sorry Twilight.
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...Please don't blame yourself, mom; it's not your fault. I'm the only one to blame, here...
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[/record scratch. Wait, what did she list there?!]
One moment... Nightmare Moon?
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(Twilight cringes and then slams the tome shut, looking away in shame.)
I want to say it's over now, but I can't.
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[This is probably the last pony you want to see right now.]
I...
[It seems as if she realizes this. And it's hard.
The fact that here, she realizes something like this may have to happen again... is the worst part. From where she can see.]
...No one will blame you for that. And as selfish as I know this is going to sound, I don't want you to leave.
I don't know what anything you've gone through is like. I don't think I can understand.
I don't know... if I can help you.
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(The response is quick and sharp...too quick and sharp. Twilight stops reading and merely stares at the book. There's an uncomfortably long silence before the unicorn can respond. It's...very hard for her to gauge how she feels about her counterpart. Part of her still sees what could've been, what she's not and what she never will be...but that's not Princess Twilight's fault; she's happy with her life and that should be all that matters...but it's not. The unicorn couldn't care less about the crown or the wings. What she cared about was what they represented: a special kind of balance that the younger Twilight may never achieve.
And what does she have instead? A couple of flashy spells and enough insecurities to flood the very tome before her several times over.)
There's not much I can offer you, Twilight; you're in a far better position than I am and apparently I can't get over that. All I can give you is an example of who not to be...
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you know
not forget who you are!
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Let me just say that dropping is the worst thing you can do. As it stands... maybe this is it. The last bridge burned, the last tie severed. Maybe after this you can actually start being your own pony.
We aren't exactly the same, you and I. Not like the others. And... maybe all you really need is to stop trying to be Twilight Sparkle and start trying to be you.
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I'm unstable...I'm a virus. The last thing anyone needs is someone as infectious as I am.
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1/3
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3/4 (i lied)
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[And she really doesn't know what she should say to all that.]
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(Although she wouldn't mind kicking his face in, at least.)
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Dropping won't help anyone and it certainly won't help you or your mun. I really do think your mun really is trying to help but they don't really know how to do so the right way. The things you've gone through isn't exactly something that can be easily fixed.
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(No Twilight, I'm not going to drop you, no matter how many times you ask.)