You sit on your couch, staring at the television screen. It's off, but you hear the voices clearly in your head. The voices are your own, remembering the words you've said. The choices you've made. The regrets you hold. The mistakes you've made.

You can't help but sit in silence, staring off into space, thinking of what you could possibly do. How could you make this world a better place? Everywhere you turn, there's a pony that does something better than you can. You're alright at everything, but great at nothing. You are not special. You are just a human, a visual spectacle to Equestria. A circus freak.

You get the chance to walk through town every day, to dance for the locals. Speak your tongue, say your vulgarities, offend some, make others smile, but most of all, to entertain. Your special talent is to be laughed at.

You close your eyes, loosening the dampness from the edges

So what is your point? What is your existence worth?

There's a knock on the door.

You open your eyes, and mechanically rise to your feet. With an emptiness in your chest, you move to the door and open it. Fluttershy smiles widely up to you, like a ray of bright yellow sunshine, trying to lighten your day.

She holds up a small electronic device in her hooves. She raises the tip of it to her lips, and it lets out a light whooshing sound. Pulling it away, she breathes out a large white puff of smoke into your face. The smell reminds you of putrid air fresheners that try to make bathrooms, long soiled with ages of caked shit and piss, smell half decent. A lot like how you try to make yourself presentable.

She coughs lightly into the air, like a child with a cold, and then takes a deep breath.

"I-is vaping your fetish, Anon?" she asks.

You stare down at her, pondering the creature. How can she do this, day in, day out, and still have such a positive demeanor.

"No," you say flatly. "Go away. Leave me alone. Please."

Fluttershy nods, frowning slightly.

"Alright, Anon. I'm sure I'll think of something," she says.

She leaps off your door step and trots away, leaving you alone once again. Even in rejection, she can find a way to smile. She can find a way to be happy.

You step back inside your home and close the door. You lean back against the door, sliding yourself down to sit on the floor. Pulling your knees in close,you bury your face in your legs.

When was the last time you were happy, Anon? Why can't you feel happy anymore? What's wrong with you? What's wrong that's worth crying about? Nothing.

Then why are tears falling from your eyes?

Do you think that the ponies want to see you like this? Heh. Actually, on second thought. What makes you think ponies want to see you at all?

Fluttershy's the only one to visit you. You haven't gone to work in a week and nopony has even tried to see what's wrong.

You're alone. You're all alone in this big, big world. A tiny, insignificant speck. You pull your legs in tighter, feeling your body shiver. Suddenly you're unsure if you're happy in the silence, or if you'd rather hear the door knock just one more time.