My full name is Ditzy Doo, but everyone just calls me derpy. I don't like that name.
I'm flying along in my own haphazard way, moving chaotically but managing to never hit anything. I tell my wings to fly straight, but they don't listen. Just like my eyes. My eyes look at whatever they want, instead of focusing in on what I need to be seeing.
Like now. With my wings out of control, and my eyes being mutinous, it's hard to deliver packages on time. Sometimes people get angry at me. I give them muffins to try ad make up for it.

But I know what they say behind my back, when they think I'm not paying attention. They call me stupid, retarded, mentally challenged, an idiot. It hurts me to hear these things directed at me. I have one friend though, Fluttershy. We are the only two dropouts from Cloudsdale. We can never return again.

Today is a special day, though. It's my birthday! Fluttershy is coming over to throw me a party. She should be here in an hour, so I take a nap for an hour.

The doorbell rings.

"Coming!" I shout down to the door. It's my favorite (and only) friend, Fluttershy! I fly down the stair case, only bumping into the wall twice. That's a new record.

I run into the door once before I manage to get it open.

"Hello Ditsy. How is your day?" She asks me politely.

"Absolutely wonderful! Here, have a muffin!" I say, pulling a muffin out of thin air. She looks surprised for a moment, before excepting it and taking a bite out of it.

"Delicious!" She says. She looks behind her and motions for somepony to come forward. It's Pinkie Pie.
"Oh. Hello Pinkie!" I say. I wish it was just me and Fluttershy, but its nice to have Pinkie around. I can see why Flutts would would bring Pinkie here. We both love baking and breaking physics. But I would have loved some alone time with Flutts.
"HI! How are you? That's good!" She says before I can even reply.

"Please, come in" I say, ushering them into my disorganized, disheveled abode. They walk in, and Pinkie brings in the biggest, most splendid cake ever, in the shape of a muffin, with the words 'Happy Birthday, Ditzy!' Written in big, yellow letters.
"Here, I'll take that" I say, grabbing the cake and walking into the kitchen. I look at the table, which is cluttered, so instead I place it on the counter. The edge of it is hanging off, but it looks steady so I leave it.

I walk back into the living room, and sit with Pinkie and Flutts. We sit and talk for a little bit, and then they give me my presents. I look at them, and say, from my heart "thank you so much, you two. Your my only friends" I open them up, and see what I got. Pinkie gave me a recipe book on muffins (I will definitely use this later!). It's then that I open Flutts present. It's a cards, with a very pretty muffin design, and I open it. It has, written in Fluttershys nearest writing.

To a special somepony, who has been my friend ever since we dropped out of school together. You have been with me through thick and thin, and you are my best friend, and even though you may be a bit of a clutz, I love you all the more for it.
This is the best present anypony has ever given me. Those words cause me to realize how much I feel for her, as more then just a friend. But the fact that she called me a clutz stings.

It is at that precise moment that the cake in the kitchen decided to fall. We race into the kitchen, and observe the mess.
"What are you, an idiot? Ditzy, come on, even you should be able to know not to put something like that on the edge of a counter" I have to look to make sure the pony who said it is who I think it is. It is. It's Fluttershy. My Flutts. The mare that I loved, and I thought loved me back. But appeantly not.

My eyes are caught by something shiny. The knifes in the knife rack. My mind does the math.
Knife+me+memories of everyone who ever called me names=revenge. Bloody revenge. I can already feel the grip of the handle surrounded by my hoove, stabbing into the fragile body of a pony.
I force the thought down.

"It's fine" I say, even though its not fine. "I should've paid more attention" I say to Fluttershy, who just realized what she said, and what she did, by rejecting me. I console her by saying, "it's fine. I just need to be more careful."
The rest of the night passes normally, but for the rest of my life, I have that feeling. One more devistaring thing, and I lose. And then no one, not even Celestia, will be able to stop my rage and blood lust. And I'm just waiting for that day to come, and something sharp to catch my eye again.

Author's Note

Hey if this one sounds odd its because I was trying to make it sound like we were inside derpys head, directly hearing her thoughts. It was also kinda hard to keep gore outta this one.

Enjoy!