The Road Less Traveled

Journal Entry: Entry Number One

My sister insisted that I write in this wretched thing, so I will, she told me it's supposed to be a place for me to vent.  And, well, I don't know what to vent about right now.  I guess I just don't want to ruin this happy night, so I'll give ya something a bit more cheery, mister journal.  I'm a photographer.  Yep, that's right.  I take pictures with a camera.  That's how I got my cutie mark, I started taking pictures of my Mom's candy, and once we used it for advertising our business nearly doubled.  The reward our family got was enough money to get us through some harder times, and I got my cutie mark.  Yep, it's not the coolest looking, but it's pretty damn neat.  Although I kinda wished it was a bit different now, that I don't got my wings.  It looks like a camera flash, but on top of that flash is the silhouette of a camera.  And old style camera.  And, it's a punishment I guess, that my cutie mark has one more thing on it.  A constant reminder of what I can't ever enjoy again.  Attached to the edges of the camera is a pair of large Pegasai wings.  Almost silvery looking.  They remind me that I can't ever fly again.  But how I lost them was worth the results, and I don't regret it.  I may say I do, but what I did that lost me my wings is far more important than being able to fly, even for a Pegasus. Maybe one day I'll tell you the story, mister journal, but not today.  I'm not ready to tell anypony what happened.

So that's it for my first entry, mister journal, I hope you can keep my secrets.  It's rare that somepony can.