the ghosts that haunted me.

"Twilight, come irritatiplaytime!"

This was Twilight's usual 10am voice-inside-her-head-whisper. It sounded faintly like the aged Pinkie Pie with still quite a bit of life in the words.

"No, darling, Twilight agreed to spend sometime talking to ME today, remember?"

Twilight had gotten herself into a bad state. She didn't even bother to try to get her regular sanity back. She was stuck talking to these voices all the time. It dragged on, day after day, as she got more depressed.

She was princess of the universe, Equestria was at it's golden times. What more could she want?

She wanted a LIFE.

She looked at other ponies with a hint of envy when they could go about their daily lives. Shopkeeping, Fashion Designing, Holiday Agents, Wheather Mangers, and the job she used to have, Librainian.

Can you imagine how boring, yet irritatating it was to constantly have to manage Equestria, be waited on hand and foot, and have the depressing thought of her dead friends hanging over her head?