Psychosis

After so many sleepless nights, frivolous wishes, and inconclusive inquiries, I got the courage to just ask. Ask them why they just cut me off, what I did. I watched all emotion drain from their face when they told me. They weren’t angry, depressed, or happy: just dead serious when they said what they did. Honestly, it was quite rich. I really do wish they knew what it did to me.

They said something along the lines of: “We’re just not compatible, I’m sorry if you’re lonely but I don’t care. Go make some friends,” I was insulted. Because no matter how you think of what they said I was basically told that I was like an HDMI cable that they tried to put in a serial port. Plus the fact that they didn’t care about how I felt and the simple fact that they told me to go make some friends, the thing that I had been trying to do from the beginning.
After that, I was lost. Not physically, I was at my house being ignored by my family where I belonged. Mentally, and spiritually, I was lost. I had no sense of belonging or self-worth, MLP became the only thing I had left. Throughout all of this, I never took my antidepressants. Then one night, after much wishing, and crying I fell asleep.
I didn’t dream that night, and I don’t know how long I slept. But when I woke up, I was in a field. I wasn’t worried, because I wasn’t tied up, and off in the horizon there were houses. If someone kidnapped me, I was grateful for them. Because that meant that someone finally took me away from my living hell. I started walking towards the houses in the distance.
At this point it’s probably worth mentioning that the sun was just rising, so I didn’t expect anyone in the village to be awake, and they weren’t. So I just strolled in, sat on a bench, and waited for people to start doing their thing. The whole time I never took into consideration how relatively small everything was. Then one of them came out.
They saw me before I saw them, and no human I know could have screamed like that. I looked over, and to my surprise, there was a small horse staring at me. Three foot tall, colorful, slack-jawed, and wide-eyed. And that just about brings us to now.