I would say that my life is cursed, I could never do anything right. The element of loyalty? Bah, I don't think so. I seem to be a coward underneath it all. How can I ever be good enough? What is worth living for? The wonderbolts? Even that dream is starting to grow sour in my mouth. I have no reason of being here. At least... that's what I was made to believe until I woke up.

I had the sweet apple harvest in my grasp. We were happy, the cider we shared was like heaven. Everything couldn't have gone any better than that day I finally confessed to her... but you know what they say. Love makes you do crazy things! But hey! Don't look at me! I wasn't the one growing with jealousy. I had my happiness until it was snatched away in the blink of an eye by a pink embroidered storm.

I wish I could go back... I wish I could change the way things happened. If only I could... then I wouldn't be stuck where I am now.