Dear Journal

by Not

First published

What if your whole life was a lie? You found something you were good at, and it made people proud of you, so you made a fake cutie mark and kept on doing it. You were successful, and were growing in fame, but you were never happy. That happened to me... so I ran away. I've tried many things, and I've been good at them, but none of it made me happy. What is my purpose? Why can't I find my place? I've made it to adulthood without finding my special talent, but I don't care any more! *sobs* I... I just want to be happy.