Lyra's Journal Entry 2

He-ey n-new-w J-j-journal,

Sor-rry, I'm w-w-riting to you l-like this way, I-I'm s-shaken up at w-w-what h-hap-p-pened this-s m-morning.

Sh*t happens.

Okay, I've calm down. For now.

I'm writing to you in some random alleyway while sitting on the wet and disgusting ground, next to a garbage can.

Hey, Mr. Garbage Can!

Say hello to Mr. Garbage Can, Journal. He's my new best friend and maybe my only friend in this world for what I did. Well, you're my friend too, don't cry about it.

I don't even know what happened, it went so fast. My everything still hurts, my mane's all over my face and I don't...

I LOST EVERYTHING!

Sorry for yelling at you in my writing but I need to vent my frustration somehow and I can't find anypony to either punch or yell this mess I'm in.

Maybe, I... I do have a problem.

NO! I won't listen to anything that mare has said about me. If I want to punch ponies, I can punch ponies.

Do you want to get punch, Journal?

Sorry about the threat, I just really need something to relieve my stress.

Anyway, this morning was supposed to be my anniversary with ~~that mare~~ but I guess my life is consists of liars and traitors.

I mean, I have other friends but the way I treated ~~that mare~~ and my house, they might be scared of me like the rest of the ponies after hearing my mental breakdown.

Anyway, I woke up next to ~~that mare~~, ate breakfast, went to work, got forced to be fired from work, destroyed work, stolen from work, got free lightning in a bottle potions, went to my workshop, being lectured by ~~that mare~~, finding out that mare ruined my research & talking behind my back, blowing out my house with a lightning in a bottle and now just writing to you in a cold dirty alleyway.

And that all happened like three hours IN THE MORNING!

I'll give you a more specific list of problems that happened to me today.

I think I woke up at like eight something in the morning, I woke up next to a traitor, ate her crappy food and went to my lousy job.

Hey, did you remember that I told you that I work as a musical instruments shop owner? Yeah, that's all true except I just quit this morning and gave my "resignation letter" to Ass Drum in the form of smashing every instrument and anything else in the store with his "precious" golf club.

I think my Cutie Mark's faulty because my real talent is actually wrecking sh*t up with style and creativity. I've always wanted to do that for months but I guess I need a little... "push" and being shouted at both of my ears by that good for nothing jerk. My ears are still ringing.

After stealing back a quarter of the bits that Ass Drum owes me, I went to the magic shop and destroyed the shop colt's day. I was still pissed off at that time and decided to use rest on that pathetic colt, who gave me all of the lightning in a bottle potions for free.

I have like... nine bottles in my saddlebags right now. That might the only best thing that happened so far, well except when I released my inner Lyra on Ass Drum's scrap pile of a store.

But the worst part that happened recently was when I got home. I was in a rush to create a portal to the humans or die trying. That second part was most likely going to occur as I was confronted by ~~that mare~~.

That horrible, traitorous mare.

She thinks that she has the right to cry and insult my personality when she was the one who sabotaged all of my experiments somehow and talked to Twilight about the human portal behind my back.

She was the reason why I'm always distracted all the time. She's an evil seductress who treated me like a puppet and using my feelings to do whatever she wants. OMC, She's like Chrysalis! No, she's worse than Chrysalis. That bug freak could have just knocked me out and kept me in her cocoon to be her food supply the moment we got close.

Instead ~~that mare~~ tried to find ways to make my life miserable while I'm still conscious. She was laughing at me like the rest of the ponies in this sh*t pile town.

I wished that I probed for more information on ~~that mare~~, but my anger was overwhelming me and being near ~~that mare's~~ presence for too long was making it worse, that I threw a lightning in the bottle at my home and ran away as fast as I could.

And here we are, back in the lonely alleyway with just you, me, and Mr. Garbage Can.

It couldn't get any worse, can it?

Oh hey, Mr. Garbage Can had a friend inside him. Oh, I hope it's a cute furry kitty or a...

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Nope, that wasn't a kitty or a sweet, adorable puppy, that was a big, ass RAT!

It tried to bit my face off when I tried to open Mr. Garbage Can's lid, but I used you to bonk its head really hard that it might be dead or not. I will never know the answer as I threw that thing back inside Mr. Garbage Can

Okay, no more rat talk. EVER!

I'm sorry I treated you like a blunt weapon back there but we will discuss this never as you are an inanimate object that is my only friend, with the exception of Mr. Garbage Can but I'm not sure that we can make this friendship work.

If I ever come back here, please remind me to bring Mr. Garbage Can with us to the human world. In fact, I'll leave an ink signature of my Cutie Mark so that way I can find him easily.

I might be getting too emotional on a garbage can...

HOLY SHIT! I'M GOING CRAZY BEING STUCK IN HERE!

I need to get to the portal now!

Goodbye, Journal and wish me a butt load of good luck. I'll need it.

Author's Note

Surprise, everyone (and everypony)

I keep getting new ideas for this story and others that I'm working on. I decided to use Lyra's journal and her thoughts to recap on what happened at some of the ends of each chapter.

I'm still working on Chapter 2, 3 and 4. I'm just waiting for more feedback.

And also mentioning ~~that mare~~ name and presence will be slashed for now. Lyra wants to forget about her fast if she is ever going to enjoy the human world.