I never thought I'd be writing in a diary. But I am.

She's dead now, she gave her life for me. But she shouldn't have.

I- I barely knew her. She was just this filly who had a crush on me. And she still gave her life for me.

She would've died for me a thousand times, and even if she did, I wouldn't have been able to lift a hoof.

Because I'm weak.