Twilight Sparkle should be happy. But she's not. She has everything anypony could ever want. But she doesn't care. Friends. Loneliness. A smile. A frown. Laughs that could make a baby giggle. Sobbing that won't ever come up. She tries so hard to care. It's impossible.

My own feelings about and dealing with depression. I'm projecting super hard here and just trying to vent. Don't pity me, I don't need it. Save it for those who do.