I arrived at Ponyville about noon and got the most assuring surge of confidence when I got off of the train. I love my new apartment, everyone here seems friendly (although no one spoke to me for too long, the atmosphere just screams good-natured ponies), and I can't help but look towards the future with excitement!
When I got all settled in, I took a walk to this awesome bakery (I think it was called "Sugar Lump Lagoon" or something cheesy like that) and bought on of the most delicious cupcakes I've ever had in my entire life. The lady at the register was incredibly kind and said she wanted to introduce me to someone, but I'm incredibly tired and sweaty from having to use my magic to move everything today. I doubt I'd make a good impression looking the way I do now.
I told the lady at the counter it would have to wait until tomorrow, which she seemed to understand. I promised I'd be back and honestly, after having those cupcakes, I will. I once read something that I found incredibly amusing, which stated something along the lines of "In regards to relief, cancelling plans is like heroin", which is usually true, but I fully plan on keeping this date.
I'm going to get a shower and rest up so I can be in a good mood to meet people tomorrow. I hope this goes well.
I'm Really Going Through With This.
Doctor Lakestar told me to treat this journal as if it were someone I can talk to and tell how my day was, so since I'm following the doctors orders for once by taking you to be my shrink while I'm away from good ol' Lakestar, I guess I should introduce myself and let you know what's going on.
My name is Ambidream. I am a very uninteresting person if you don't count my many personality flaws, which I assume you don't. The only people that seem to want to hear about them are the therapists, but they're all I really have, so as you can imagine, I don't have many friends. I did mention being away from my regular therapist earlier, so I should probably tell you about that.
Right now, I'm at home in Fillydelphia with my parents, but tomorrow I'm moving away from home to Ponyville to start over new. The idea of going someplace where no one knows my name is both frightening and exciting. Exciting because I can be whoever I want to be, make friends, and begin enjoying life as it's meant to be enjoyed. It's frightening because while I am motivated to come out of my shell, I'm terribly afraid that I'm going to let my social anxieties get the best of me.
I really am at a bit of a disadvantage here, though seeing as my social skills are incredibly underwhelming at best. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared to go. What if no one talks to me? What if no one wants to give me a chance? Should I even go? I'm perfectly ok with staying in my room with nothing but my music all day and night and I can do that at home. I could just not get on the train and call to get a refund for the money I put out for the apartment.
No. I'm going. I'm going to make friends and go to social events and be normal for once. I'm really going through with this. (?)
