All the world's a stage

Pinkie Pie sat crying on the floor of Twilight's library. This happened frequently. "They... they got mad Twilight. They didn't like my invitations. They kept asking how I got their address."

"Pinkie, not everypony loves your parties. I wish things could be more like the show too. But that's not the way it is. She paused the FiM episode she had been watching, a shot of the elements of harmony together. "You see that, Pinkie? It's not real. They're not real."

The pink pony spoke again: "I know, Twilight. I just feel like I'm the only one smiling."

She sang as she walked down the street, thinking how much better things should be. "I would just be so happy, a smile'd fill me with glee. If I could finally get a smile, that'd be special to me." She walked back home, feeling mournful. She wished somepony could cheer her up. But nopony did. Nopony ever did. It seemed like all days were lonely and sad, not just some. And nopony showed her that it wasn't that bad. She walked back to her house. It was a nice house, but she wished she really did live above a bakery. Another wish. If wishes were cake, then she'd have a great big ginormous pile of cake. Most especially, she wished that all of her friendships were real. Wish. Wish. Wish.