Oh, I can’t wait.
Mint is trying to get me to try one. She tuned it last time she was over. Maybe I’ll play the piece at her grand opening with it.
But I don’t eat meat.
I’m not really a fan of emoticons, but wow, that’s a good one right there! Doesn’t really look like the expression on the character in the scene in reference, but still! Wow!
OH THANK CELESTIA!
Not that I couldn’t have this done… But that’s a relief! I hate rushing!

I’m sorry about last night, everypony! I just got a little upset. I’m still me! I’m not about to get all weepy and depressed or anything!
Mint, I’m working on a little something for your opening tonight. It should be pretty simple so I’m hoping I can get it down in time.
Everypony else, thank you. I’m okay, though! I promise!
I don’t mean things that change and grow over time. I’m talking five minutes from now, and again ten minutes from now, and again ten seconds after that.
You just…
I’m tired of thinking about this. I’m getting a drink and going back to bed. I shouldn’t even talk about this, nevermind that I don’t want to.
Forget about any of this. I’m going to wake up tomorrow and I’ll be fine!
If the part about the relationship problemss wasn't the worst...
((ooc: JESUS IF THAT WASNT THE WORST AND THAT MADE ME BAWL I THINK THE OTHER PART MAY TRULY KILL ME -____-))
I’m not remembering about back then. I refuse.
Everything's going to be okay, Lyra. Those memories are going to come back, no matter how hard you don't want them to. But the good thing is that you have friends. You have support. You have ponies that would die for you. And we WILL help you get through this rough spot.
No, you don’t. You think you know about what I’ve been though. Everypony thinks they’ve heard the worst of it from me.
I don’t even think about the worst of it. With every fiber of my being, I will not be forced to remember.
From what you’ve seen, and your thoughts on good and evil that society has imprinted into your mind, you believe I’m a good pony.
All I can try to do is live up to what you’ve been lead to believe, and maybe find happiness there.
What happens when your values aren’t static?
I don’t want to remember.
I’ve looked away for so long; I’m afraid of what I’ll find, of what I thought I forgot.
“The who I am when no pony is looking.”
Well, I guess that’s the problem.