Whatever her highness wishes...

It had been two days since twilight sparkle became a princess. It was at the point where everypony

Knew about it, and it still is relativity fresh in everyone's mind, but at the point where everyone is

Starting to not care.

But there is one pony who probably never truly get on with his life, and thats you. Your name is not

Important (this is a second person fic, do you ever really get a name?) but what is important is that

You will never get over twilights  princesship.

You always hated that bitch, princess or not. Her

unworthy status did nothing but amplify that Hatrid.

You can't understand how anypony can stand to be in her presence, let alone make her a fucking

Princess. She has no likable qualitys and not only that, she's an overconfident asshole who thinks

Of nopony but herself and "science" but seeing as none of her expirments work, it's probaly just

An excuse to fuck with her friends.

The simple fact she could get anyone to be around her for more than one nanosecond is beyond

You. She must use dark magic. For two days you had been under the bedcovers In the fetal position

crying about the new princess, only getting up after a day to move to the couch, as the bed was too

Soaked with your own tears to be on anymore.

You had planned to stay on the couch and cry some more today, but you were thirsty and extremely

hungry. So, much to your displeasure, you have to go to get some food from the shop, as you had almost

Ran all out of edible objects to consume.

You were very reluctant to get up at all, even going to eating the potted plant next to your sofa, so you could get back to crying as soon as possible. But the plant didn't sit well in your stomach,and it's stay inside you was short lived, and it turns out you do actually have to go out and buy some food.

Unfourtantly, the libary is on the only route there that you know of. (You had just recenty moved

To ponyville, In hopes of killing twilight sparkle.)

things couldent have been worse right now, and that

Includes the time you first discovered how much of a bitch twilight back in canterlot. Maybe it actually isn't,

That was the worst day of your life, perhaps trumped by the day twilight became a princess. But If so,

Only by a close margin.

"But of course, that doesn't change the facts. Weather this is the worst day of your life or not, you still got to

Eat, and there's no use delaying the inevitable."

But even with that going through your mind, your body is just content to shiver on the recently formed tear stains on the sofa, feeling sorry for yourself.

But after 2 hours of getting increasingly hungry on the sofa, you crawl out of the fetal position, and roll onto the floor, and hobble towards the door.