Literature
My Little Dashie - Lonely
She was just like me.
She had done a Sonic Rainboom, what dad had called it, and everyone cheered her on. They were all ponies, just like me. They loved her, cheered for her, celebrated with her, but what about me? Who's there for me?
I'm just sitting here in the rain, thinking about her life compared to mine, and I'm just wondering... is that really me? Is that where I belong? It can't be, I belong here... with dad.... At this point I can't be fucked about how worried he might be, he kept this show a secret from me this whole time so he deserves being left there to rot. I don't care. I just want to belong.
Man, all these years... I just