Letters From Yourself

by Gardian Angle

Rating: teen
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Rarity
Length: 1080

Rarity hates herself so much, she writes it down.

Rarity has a secret that she doesn't tell anyone. Every once in a while she gets some papers and writes very hateful letters to herself.

This is not clop, the sex tag is because there is a mention of sex.

Published 2014-05-28 21:40:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-28 21:40:04 UTC

Chapter one: To Rarity

Rarity ran inside her house and looked at the clock. It was 10:00 PM she was right on scheduled. Rarity took out some paper, a quill, and some ink. She sat at her desk and began to write the most hateful, meanest, cruelest letter...to herself.

To Rarity,

You whore, you're a terrible pony. You should kill yourself. You're nothing but a whore, a stinking whore. All stallions see in you is a free ticket. A release valve. Just go jump off a cliff you stupid whore. Everypony's talking behind your back. They know your not a virgin, they know you slept with that guy. They know you went down on his small dick. They know you nearly puked just by looking at it. You'll never be as popular or as pretty or as loved as your sister. They know you like that tall guy who already has a girlfriend. He knows you like him and he plays with your feelings. He stands next to you but doesn't speak. He touches your mane and hugs you and says hi every once in a blue moo. But those are just mixed signals. He makes you think he likes you but he doesn't. Everyone knows you're crazy. You think about cutting yourself and about overdosing on Ibuprofen and Benadryl. You wanna know if anyone will miss you but, they won't. They hate you! You're just another easy mare in their lives. You said you were bisexual but tried to take it back. It was too late now everypony thinks you are and your sister knows.

Your title is: Easy Whore Bisexual Freak!

No matter how hard you try to be: Innocent Filly Strait Lovable Virgin.

They know that happiness is just an act. You smile and say you're fine everyday. But they all see the real you. you're a weeping willow and you cry every night. Your pillow is so wet in the morning that you tell your mother you sweat in your sleep. Not to mention your fat! Your a fat fatty. A fat fat fatty. I know you're about to cry go on ahead but, remember you live in town so don't let ponies see you. Remember in school when you got hit with a volley ball over and over again. They did that on purpose you know? They enjoy hurting you they wanna see if they can push your buttons, now you flinch you're scared that it'll hit you again. But it's okay because if you cry right now no one would care or even notice. Your invisible or at least you wish you were invisible. But you're not if you were no one would give a shit about you. And they still don't that's why they mess with you. Toy with your head with your emotions. And you can stop fixing your hair cause it looks awful. Your ugly a fat blob. Today you ate lunch for two ponies.

You wear makeup and try to look pretty. But the only one that notices is that guy you had sex with. And you hate him. You hate him so much but he doesn't leave you alone. He pushes himself on you. He's trying to force you to like him by forcing you to do other things. Like kiss him and... You're alone you'll always be alone. The guy who lives down the road from you doesn't like you either. That's why he cheated on you that's why he avoids you. That's why he broke up with you right before new years day. You keep saying that's what you get for taking back a cheater, That he's no good for you. But really you're no good to him. He's older more experienced. He lied about you being his first. There's no pony left you can trust. You're all alone in this world. Just you yourself and I. Well you don't even have me. Look at everything you just wrote. Everything I just said to you. I'm trashing you and what are you doing about it? Writing it that's what you're doing. Is this what you think of yourself? Cause this is what I think of you. Your worthless to me. You're nothing. And to top everything off your writing letter to yourself you're talking to yourself throw paper, throw thought, throw mind. Your nothing and don't you forget it.. but then again i'll never let you forget it.

Consider this a helpful tip: DIE!

From,
Yourself.

Rarity looked at everything she just wrote. She looked up at her mirror. Her coat was stained with black mascara and tears. She looked at the clock 12:00 AM she had stopped on time. She got up and put the letter in an envelope then she put the letter in a box with other letters she had written to her self. It was time to write a response.

Chapter two: Response

Rarity started on a clean sheet of paper and wrote a response to herself.

To Myself,

I've read what you're saying and I really took it into consideration. They only thing I have to say is: I couldn't Agree More.

From,
Rarity

She got up and Put the letter in an envelope and put it in a different box. All her responses were the same, short and agreeable. Rarity got a chair and placed it under the ceiling fan. She got a long silk scarf from her closet and tied it around the fan. Then she tied the other end around her neck. She placed a hoof on one of the dangling wires that will turn on the fan. As soon as she was about to pull the wire and kick the chair away there was a knock on the door. It was Fluttershy, Rarity looked at the clock 12:15 AM. Rarity untied herself and opened the door.

"Fluttershy it's nice to see you, I hope this isn't annoying you darling."

Fluttershy yawned, "it's not problem at all Rarity. I love our Midnight tea time. I know how busy you are during the day. I just hope 'i'm not late."

"Actually you're right on time."

This is how every evening went. Rarity would trash herself, then respond, then almost hang herself and then Fluttershy would come and save her.

She would always be there to save.