All the world's a stage

If life imitated art, then the world would be a much more livable place, thought Twilight Sparkle. Of course, it didn't. So it wasn't. So FiM would remain what it had always been. Silly. Sparkly. Stupid. Good for a laugh, but never creating lasting smiles. Nothing made the world better. Nothing ever could. Everything, her whole life, revolved around that. Nothing. Gets. Better. Anything less was rejecting reality. Reality. Hard and cold. Always. It wasn't love that made the world go around, like the stupid old cliche. It was gravity. She screamed it, knowing nopony would hear her. "GRAVITY!" There. That felt better. Not that much better. Never. Why did it hurt so much? She didn't know. She was well off, etcetera etcetera. But that didn't help. It never did. Why would it? She had already established that nothing mattered. It was all so stupid. As far as she was concerned, nopony cared for her. Nopony wanted her. She would just have to live with it. Except it was a lie. But she didn't know it.