Have you ever felt guilty for something, diary? I'm guessing not. I've been guilty for plenty of things. But I wasn't guilty when I went back to Sweet Apple Acres to apologize Granny Smith and Applejack. I talked to them together, explaining how I had my mind on many things. I really do, so it wasn't such a white lie. I was shocked when Applejack stood up and hugged me. She told me that everything was okay between us. I didn't even like this. I mean, she isn't my friend. I hope I didn't say that out loud because when Applejack pulled back, she had a look of concern on her face. I gave my best fake smile. I only did this so ponies would stop the rumors. Lately, It's been out of hand. You won't believe how many ponies have gone up to the doors of Sugar Cube Corner, asking for refunds of every single cupcake they've bought from us. It's ridiculous. And now that Applejack has an apology from me, everyone will believe it when they ask and she tells. She's the most honest pony in Ponyville. She's only ever lied once, and admitted it to everypony, too. I got up to leave, when Granny Smith got up and hugged me, too. We all had a tight group hug before I said that I had to leave. Once I was out of the clear, I took out my mirror I had in my saddle bag (I forgot to mention I had a saddle bag) with my teeth. I checked my mane and sure enough, it was straight. I sighed and clippity-clopped away with my hooves until I got back home.

Later, Rainbow Dash came to Sugar Cube Corner. She rang the doorbell and I took a peek out the window. It was dark and surely, it was raining. I sighed, remembering a dark day in my life before I had gone insane. Oh Pinkie, dear, you aren't insane! We have each other. You can talk to me.I muttered a "Great." and heard the little voice scoff. I turned from the window and went downstairs. What could Rainbow Dash want? That ignorant, ego-big pony? When I finally got downstairs, I went straight to the door and opened it. A creak was heard because of the rusted door hinges, but I ignored it. Dash, of course, paid no mind to it either. She had a look of pain and anguish on her face, but more than ever, rage. I looked back at her, concerned. "Dash, what's wrong?" I asked, letting her in. She was dripping wet, and her left wing was outstretched. The wing had been badly bent, which meant one thing; it was broken. I gasped, eyeing her wing. She put her hoof up then down, as if to dismiss it. She told me she couldn't fly up to her home, and had to stay somewhere. I asked her how the wing happened. She explained to me that she had been practicing some moves, when some mysterious stallions got close to her when she landed. They attacked her, after calling her flirtatious names, and wolf-whistling her. Dash said it all went down pretty fast, so when she had the chance, she ran off. It had been raining hard by the time she came close to Sugar Cube Corner, so she decided to come and ask if she could stay. That was my chance. My chance to kill Dash and hang her in front of Ponyville! Yes, they'd be scared. I smiled an evil smile, but she didn't notice the madness in it all. I quickly said yes as she concluded her story. Her face because happy and she gave me what she never has given me herself. A hug. She pulled back fast, a tint of pink on her cheeks. Dash apologized, and we then went upstairs. I got my first aid kit and bandaged up her wing, learning from Twilight on a rainy day. She thanked me, and I laid an old sleeping bag I had when I was a filly out for her. She thanked me yet again. She had been shivering earlier, but it seemed to ease down now. She climbed into the bag and got comfortable fast. "So Pinkie" She began. "Can I tell you a secret?" She asked me, looking up at me. I nodded, then got into my bed. The sheets got up to my neck before my right hoof stopped them from going up more. Dash then had that tint of pink on her cheeks. What she said next had completely changed everything. "I like somepony, Pinkie. You." She said, sheepishly. My eyes went wide and I gasped, bringing my head up and out of my bed. I glared at her for a while. "Go to the other room." Was all I said. She looked badly hurt when she looked up at me. She got up sadly and brought my sleeping bag to the room next to mine. I was sure to lock the door then go back to bed. My mind filled with thoughts. The little voice tried to talk to me, but I blocked it out. No way was Dash coming in my way. NO. Love can't disturb me. I am through with love after stupid Cheese Sandwich leaving me. He promised me to be back. He had lied. These thoughts made me angry. I have always been a doormat. Now, I'm through with it. As I fell asleep, I could hear Dash's quiet sobs from the room next to mine.

I could love you Dash. In another world where I'm not mad. I'm sorry.

Pinkamena Diane Pie

Author's Note

WELL YEESH. That was harsh, Pinkie! Like, damn.. honestly. Poor Dash </3 This broke my heart to write .

I hope the author can fix this. Oh wait, I'm the author..

-GrayKawaiiGeek