And here we are… Swearing at ourselves in hope the pain will go away by letting it out. Then we realize we should let out our anger and pain on the ponies that have hurt us. This is when we go our separate ways. Then I am I. I walk alone. I stand alone. I fall alone. No pony helps me up. Later that night I went into a shop. An old colt stood at the counter. I cleared my throat and said, "Give me a spell so I can go back in time." Lots of ponies think of going back in time after they lost an argument of messed up. I actually did. This is my diary. This is my life. I will write. Until I die at 12 tonight. - Lightning Dust End of Chapter.