The Diary of Marble Pie

Dear Diary,

Today was a little better, I guess. The pain is still there, but it’s not as sharp. It’s like a dull ache. But at least I was able to get through the day without breaking down.

I spent most of the day with Maud. She’s always been my rock, no pun intended, the one who understands me the most. We didn’t talk much, but just being with her helped. She has a way of making me feel less alone, even when we’re just sitting in silence.

We went for a walk around the rock farm. The cold air felt good, like it was clearing my head a little. The sky was gray and overcast, fitting my mood pretty well. But there was something comforting about it, too. Like the world was acknowledging my pain, even if nopony else could.

Maud didn’t ask me what was wrong. She never does. She just... knows. And that’s enough. Sometimes, I think she’s the only one who really sees me, who understands how much I’m struggling. I don’t have to pretend with her. I can just be myself, broken and all.

We walked in silence for a while, and then she turned to me and said, "You’ll get through this, Marble. I know it feels impossible right now, but you’re stronger than you think."

Her words meant a lot, even if I’m not sure I believe them. I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m falling apart, like I’m drowning in this sea of sadness and loneliness. But if Maud believes in me, what the hay, maybe there’s a part of me that can believe in myself, too. Even if it’s just a tiny part.

I saw Pinkie when we got back. She was busy baking something or other, getting ready for another party, no doubt. She asked if I wanted to help, but I couldn’t bring myself to join her. I didn’t want to bring her down with my sadness. She deserves to be happy, to spread joy. I don’t want to be the one to dim her light.

So, I came back to my room and started writing again. It’s the only thing that makes me feel a little better, the sole thing that helps me process all these feelings that are swirling around inside me.

I thought about Big Mac again today. I wonder if he even notices that I’m hurting. Probably not. He’s too wrapped up in his own happiness to see the pain he’s caused. And why should he? I’m just Marble Pie, the quiet one, the shy one, the one who is always overlooked.

I don’t know how I’m going to feel better again. I don’t know how to let go of these feelings, how to stop loving someone who will never love me back. I truly don’t think I will be able to.

Maybe one day, I’ll look back on this and laugh at how dramatic I was being. Maybe one day, I’ll find a way to be happy, to be loved. But I don’t think so…

Thank you for listening, Diary. You’re my only friend.

Goodnight.

Marble Pie