Letters

by DarkWingsGirl

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 377

A young mare writes a letter to the important people in her life.

After a suggestion from the resident therapist, Common Change begins a diary, in the form of letters.

I'm not sure where this one will go.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-15 00:52:13 UTC

Dear Gentle Whisper

Dear Gentle Whisper,

I've been trying to do the diary thing you suggested, but I'm having trouble taking it seriously. It feels like talking to myself. Goddess knows I do enough of that on my own, so I decided to try writing this like a letter. I picked you as my first... reader? I think there's a better word to describe it, but I can't think of it at the moment. Anyway. You said the point of this "diary" is to help me clear out my thoughts, so I guess I should start with what I'm thinking? It's too hot in this room. I have a little headache. I'm not really feeling anything too strongly emotion-wise. I'm shaking though, so I might be repressing a bad spell. It's funny how I can acknowledge things like that.

My day was alright. I didn't sleep last night, but I was comfortable laying in my bed, so that's fine I guess. I got up a little before my alarm went off, got ready for the day. Work was the same. I went to my appointment with you right after. You know how that goes. Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the $40 a session, if I just spend the entire time crying. After that, I just went home. Got back in bed. A regular day really. Oh. I just realized I haven't eaten. I'll do that when I'm done writing. Which will probably be soon, I don't really have anything interesting to write about. Yeah. I got nothin.

Sincerely,

Common Change

p.s. I feel a little better now actually. Maybe this won't be so bad.

Dear Gentle Whisper,

This is the second day of my letter diary. Today was... Rougher than most. I had a few difficult clients at work. Although this was fueled by specisim rather than the usual abuse "kink" happy brutes. Honestly, sometime I think I identify more with changelings than ponies. The few I've met have seemed decent enough, better than most ponies I meet. Maybe my job makes me biased. You know, I never expected myself to become an escort? I mean, I guess no one does. I feel like I should have though, especially after I discovered my special talent.