The End of Scootaloo

"There are those who take and when are no longer given to, throw stones."

If you are reading this then I am gone; or maybe you found this while I still remain, may it be in this diary or in the trash. If it is the later two the do not fret for this is merely a way to set my emotions straight.

Do not blame my passing on one soul, party, or event alone ,for my mind is like a Jenga tower; my foundation slowly removed and more pilled on top, doomed to fall. Maybe I lost more in the separation of my parents then I thought, or I may have tricked myself into believing I lost more than I did; or perhaps I was weak from the start. I have passed in a way that you may look down upon my face one last time before the earth claims me as it claims all in the end. There will be no smile upon my face, for I shall miss the life I lived and those I left behind. Do not follow me. For not only do I wish to travel alone, our destinations are different. The fact that I have taken my own life has changed my path from yours.

Do not mourn me. Do not cry for my passing, but celebrate my life, for I have lived; for all things must come to an end. My time may have been short,but I have lived with you all. I have passed willingly. Remember that. I was not taken from this world by any hoof but my own.

I have been dubbed with many tittles. Many in love, some in fun, and others in harm.Do not call me a coward; call me by the name I was given at birth...

-Scootaloo

I love you all, Farewell.