Silver Spoon fiddled idly with the papers on her desk using curved hooves and a lack of determination. She had an idea of what she was going to write to the Princess in her letter, clay waiting to be formed with her artistic hooves into words and phrases, but her heart didn't hold the necessary vivacity to write down her creation. But as the sun dipped further and further below the never-ending horizon, and her eyes refused to move in their dazed panic out of her movie screen sized window, the need for words became more dire as minutes dropped at her hooves like flies. Finally she worked up the courage to write her opening greetings, something that in itself was much harder than she expected it to be.

"Dear Princess Celestia..."

Lost in the consuming shadow of distracting thoughts, she waved her pen - thick, for ease of Earth pony handling - and let the sparks of a half hearted firework doodle spill from the utensil's tip over the word "Princess". Silver wondered how many times the words had been written, "Dear Princess Celestia", and then how many declarations of war had started with that sentence as a letter header sent to the ruler by a fervent, newly crowned head looking to expand their land into Equestria, and how many more had started with those same letters strung in a line after the same leader got a taste of furious fighting via the Equestrian armed forces. Darkness crouched in the corner of her room as the sun made a desperate descent, and Silver forced herself to concentrate on the coarse paper, pulling her mind from its well formed, complex thesis of war. Imagining her useless thoughts being swept away by a large, wooden broom, the filly erased the extra lines surrounded her ruler's name and was about to start writing when it occurred to her that her previous inspiration was long gone, leaving a messy trail of broken thoughts behind in her mind. She allowed her back to dig deeper into the plush covers of the bed while repressing a small scream, the sheets being the approximate color of a fallen cherry blossom and most likely on par with the expensive of a small cottage. Her spine pushed onto a blush pillow ladened with buttons uncomfortably. Silver would just have to make do without her previously laid out words, though she was certain they were absolute gold and lamented silently. Resuming the assignment with a sudden burst of passion, the pen glided across the ghostly white paper wordlessly as if on its own.

"Friendship is not a given in any situation. It needs to be earned by means pure of heart, not through methods such as lavish gifts, force, wealth..."

Silently cursing herself, she considered crossing out both sentences all together and then giving up all together. She had often been told that her writing's voice dwelled far past above her own age by parent and teacher alike, and though she realized this to be a compliment, it often embarrassed her. Not wanting the Princess to believe the gray mare was a know-it-all, she striked down the offending words with a flick of her wrist. Silver imagined them screaming as they met an inky death, strangled by the one who bestowed upon them life to start with. It made her smile, and she continued her work.

"Sometimes, ponies who call themselves your friends are anything but."

A wince came about the mare's eyelids.

"I myself have lived through this situation..."

"My closest friend in the world is a filly named Diamond Tiara. Sometimes I do not know if she feels the same, or if she just thinks that she does. We have nothing in common, and I feel constantly forced to things against my will with her, from major things such as taunting smaller students to lesser things, mainly stupid tea parties in her mansion. I want to stop, but I can't. I'm afraid to lose her. I'm afraid to lose myself, and everything that defines me."

She sighed, the scent of roses lining her breath due to a healthy snack of roses a hour prior. A word little fillies had no business using was thrown from the female's lips and shattered onto the floor.

It would be the first of many rough drafts that night.