I never knew the ponies had affected me this badly. Never in the world would I have known my mind somehow was slowly going insane. I was stressed out and in desperate need to slow my roll. If I had a cookie for everytime I wish I could relax, I'd be best friends with Pinkie for having so many damn cookies. My life isn't necessarily a wreck, but somehow, in a weird pony filled way, I learned to slow down and enjoy myself. Even if I know I am insane.

Edit: Please for the love of god don't just dislike this story and run off. I'm really not in the mood for that bullshit, tell me why you disliked it at least.