"Maretime Bay, June 30, 2021

He smiles, the idiot.

Hitch Trailblazer is as fun as a bag squashed by the vending machine.

The sheriff of Maretime Bay, so proclaimed and loved by the crowds, is a boor with little talent, in my opinion.

I have always known him, he has always posed as the mature one, the cool one, the one with the best combed hair...

My mother loves him and I don't understand: shouldn't she support me?

I have always done what she asked me, I have always tried to show myself as the perfect son and sheriff, with the result that I find myself as the eternal second in one role and another.

He doesn't seem to notice my disappointment; of course, he's too busy with himself.

In our office there is a calendar hanging that just seeing it makes my stomach turn: Hitch in sheriff's outfit with the keys to the city, as a firepony or in the gym, always with that unbearable grin on his lips, which would make me want to tear off him.

I wonder who had the courage to give him such a vulgar photo shoot, but maybe it's better not to think about it. I bet a lot of mares hung that thing up in their houses.

And to say that when he doesn't start flirting or acting like a diva I even like him... And yes, I admit it, he has very well-groomed hair, he is physically handsome and also very careful not to leave debts lying around.

Now enough, I'm saying things that I wouldn't want to say. Not yet, at least.

Besides, I don't like the way he approaches Sunny: he's too paternal, too amenable with her, he conceded to her on everything while pretending to be strict. She is also an old acquaintance of mine, and I have never been able to bear her for her weird ideas, nor for the fact that Hitch has a soft spot for her.

Enough now, I said! Why do I keep thinking and saying inappropriate things?

Hitch is unbearable! He is also invaded by animals of all species! The other day he brought three rabbits and a flock of seagulls to my office! I had to clean bird poop for hours!

... Maybe it's the case to stop, thoughts are running too fast and mixing madly.

The truth is that I've always wanted everypony's approval, and Hitch is no exception, on the contrary... He's the one I care most about having it.

I have a strange attachment to Hitch, perhaps because I would want to be like him, have his charisma, his success with people.

I realize that I would be willing to do anything crazy for him, my dear diary. Even stupid or nonsensical things, as long as he notices me.

Okay, now I'm really freaking out.

Greetings, diary, I'd better go buy a donut to have some break.

And don't worry, I WON'T buy one for Hitch as well!

I'll write you soon!

Your Sprout"