Hi, Lunestia Storyhart here. If you read the sequel, you know the brief overview of my life. You know what, no matter what happens, I am always the witness. I see what happens, but no one else does.

Once upon a time, my personality really was the facade I put on now. Every pony just believes me to the happy, every pony's friend, and innocent pony I pretend to be. I have always helped others. Helped them when they were down, needed a friend, when they needed to spread out, or when they needed a shoulder to cry on. But, where is the shoulder I need to cry on?

So, you may wonder how I got here. Well, maybe if I tell a little more about my backstory, you'll understand. I was totally normal growing up and all. All my best memories were from then. I had 2 best friends, a wonderful school, and I was so happy. I was a kid. Until 1st grade. Yep, Normal all the way through 5 yrs old. But once I was 6, everything , and I do mean everything, changed.

My best friends moved, this new school sucked, and I was lonely. My father even thought it would be good to open me to the real and cruel world in which we live. You, know, he decided to open me up to politics and the problems of the world. Ever since then, my knowledge was just expanded. Anyway, every year of school since then, I tried to fit it, not to be the different one. And in 3rd grade I thought I would have a chance. But the pony I befriended left me. So, I was told later that I helped her. So, shouldn't I feel good about that? 4th grade was just a bunch of bullying. So, I became home schooled. I went back to public school in 7th and 8th grade.

Once again, I made a friend, Crack up. But then, one of my older friends, Gabby Gums, she and Crack up got together. And now they are friends with Captain Comic, and I'm left behind. Even Creepy Crawly is growing more distant. *Sighs*

I really miss my friends. I am also getting stressed because of Crack Up. She has a really hard time in school because of how rowdy our class is. When someone, especially someone who I consider a friend is upset, I am like a mirror! I basically reflect their emotions. I mourn with those who mourn. And their burdens become mine. So, not only am I an outlet, But I'm also a storage.

*Sigh* Can life improve?

Author's Note

my life forever