Carrying On

July 11th

        Not sure how I’m supposed to start this.  This isn’t a diary, so I’m not writing ‘dear diary’ at the top.  Then again, I don’t really care.  I’m just writing this because it seems a good outlet, now that my others are all gone.

        I haven’t been feeling too great lately.  About a week ago, my two best friends left.  Found out two months ago that they both had to move away.  Resonant Quill’s parents got a new job in Fillydelphia, and he had to move with them.  Golden Spark was removed from the school by his parents.  Something about ‘not being what he needs’, and had to move to Los Pegasus.  I guess I kinda knew this might happen, but I don’t think I was prepared for this.  I just feel . . . empty.  We’ve been planning on keeping in touch, so it won’t be too bad.  Sure, Rez and Spark were the first two friends I’ve ever had, but I’ve made others.  The others here in Canterlot aren’t as close, but they’re still friends.  I hope I can get back into the swing of things once school starts back up.   I could really use a pick-me-up.  My parents have tried telling me the same old things, like ‘there’s plenty of other fillies and colts’, but I know that they won’t be anything like Spark and Rez.  Until then, I’ll just keep practicing with my clarinet.  Maybe I can secure a spot in the Canterlot Orchestra for when I graduate.  I suppose I’ll just write in here again when something else happens.  Until then,

-Clear Note