Story of my life, right?

It’s not that bad, really. You know how you only every talk or think about what goes wrong? That’s all this is. We all had a lovely time at the beach yesterday and it was almost perfect.

He also took the imbecile to the hospital, which is a hay-of-a-lot more than I would have done.

I’m know some of you see me as some kind of paragon of patience or something. But once you cross the threshold of my home uninvited, you’ll see somepony very different standing over you through vision blurred by immense pain.

There’s all kinds of models these days. That could have been a real sword modeled to look like a toy.

I don’t know, Strawberry. I’ll keep your posted.

Counseling… Things can’t be that bad off…

I know what love is; I have had it before. I just don’t understand why I don’t feel it by now.

Bzzt.

Tonight, I think Halloween Town would be appropriate.

No disrespect to the lyrical version from the movie, but the singing is too loud. It overshadows the insturments.

I don’t want to believe that…

Maybe he’s not a knight in shining armor. Maybe he isn’t everything I ever imagined. But he’s smart, and kind…

He’s everything I need right now, right in front of me… But I can’t even…

[Heavy Breathing]

I think I have to go for now.

The syntax in this run-on sentence doesn’t really work.

But it’s awesome, but I love it?

He follows my page. It’s not like he doesn’t know.

…

How the hay do you have a conversation with somepo-… one like that?

Just go the [omitted] on.

That’s the problem.

I know I can. I want to…

…

Every time I think about it, there’s such a heavy weight against my chest…

I have trouble breathing…

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I don’t know how better to explain to you what I just said. It was pretty simple.

It was a very interesting flavor combination! I’d like to try it again!

I think Sweetie wanted to eat the pineapple and orange separate.

I’m alright. I at least have work tomorrow, but nothing else for the rest of the week so far.

I’ve seen other ask blogs get some weird stuff too.

Well… I like to think I’m a very logical pony. But I’m also very much aware.

There’s nothing wrong with Boscov. At least I don’t think so. He’s said he loves me and I have no reason to think otherwise. It’s just… Harder for me… Something always stops me…

If I can solve it with some simple chemical reaction.

And yet…