Okay. Now i'll be switching into author's first person here.

Hey guys. To those, and you know who you are. Thank you. For you are correct. It is often the simplest things that hold the greatest value. Every single one of my watchers. Thank you, I remember each and every one of you as you popped up on my page. You have all made me smile in some way shape or form. Be it my heart, my mouth, my spirit, or my mind.

Now, I'll just get to the point of it. I.....to those of you who know me and have read my post. I've been going through a depession of sorts. Now I just want to be clear for a moment here. I'm not going around the site going I'M FUCKING DEPRESSED! NOW HELP ME! No, when I saw the feedback I got from my blog a cog started turning in my head.

Well, I was talking with a person and I mentioned something about innocence. And it's been bugging me fora while now. Here's the reason. The reason I got into a depression in the first place was because I saw the world as what it really was from the global perspective.

A degenerating mess of politics and greed. All things are done on a budget, be it sex or life. And I became sad becuase the little world I had built for myself where everything was going to get better shattered. Everything wasn't going to get better because all those powerful enough to help weren't helping. And those who cried out at this injustice were silenced. It's still happening! Syria is a violent mess! I've had good friends die there! And it saddens me greatly. That's why I became depressed.

Moving on. let's focus on something for a moment; Innocence. It's the like a hymen. Once it's broken you can't get it back. Innocence takes many different shapes and forms. For me, it was smiling and laughter. People used to smile at me. But even when I was toddling around I saw something in their eyes. And I remember, my father once said to me.

Don't let them take it away kiddo. Treasure it. Well, now I know what he was talking about. And....for the longest time, it was taken from me. I never smiled, I never laughed. I always grimaced because whenever something good happened like a pop star donating thousands to kids with leukemia. All I could see was the fake twinkle in their eyes as they smiled into the camera, their spray tans making them shine.

Now, you are probably asking yourself; How does this have anything to do with insanity? Well i'm getting to that. I was also a  brony hater too. I found the pony LOLs on memebase funny but I always rinkled my nose at them saying that's shows for kids.

I mean, I have two friends who are serious metal heads. We were on a camping trip once and he literally fought a fucking cougar. A GODDAM COUGER. He suffered from extreme lacerations and all we had was Novocain! NOVA-FUCKING-CAIN! That is probably one of the weakest pain meds ever! And he eventually developed Gangrene on his left leg! We were just in time to get him into a hospital to save that leg but still!

Now imagine that badass sitting around with two other people talking about how "pinkie is best pony". I was disgusted. After all, that show was for little kids...right?

Then, one day a little voice spoke up in the back of my head. It was a voice I hadn't heard in a long time. I used to call him Mr. Franky.

One day, while sitting around and talking to them, the badass mentions ponies. Being the asshat I was back then, I snorted and said. "That show's for little kids." He said something in response, but that day I heard Mr. Franky say to me.

You were a kid too.

And that got me thinking. It sent me into days of thought. And finally, I relented and watched the show. As the theme song played, I rolled my eyes. This show was going to be horrid and boring...right?

As I kept watching, I started to laugh for two reasons: one was because of the hilarity of the jokes. But I was also laughing at myself. I kept telling myself. How the hell can you like a show for little kids?

And Mr. Franky's words came back to me again.

Days, and months passed. And we talked. He wanted me to reconnect with the kid inside me. I asked him how. And he said to me this.

Well...why not? Remember all those times we had fun? A cardboard box was a tank. A flashlight was a sword. Paper was our Canvass as we painted our Mona Lisa.

Starting to sound familiar? I started to play make believe in my head. The countless hours of school time let me explore the innards of my mind. And I felt happy.

And here, ladies and gentlemen is where the internet comes into play. I found the disturbing stuff hilarious because I looked at it from the creator's angle. He wanted to scare and scar the living shit outta you. And he succeeded. I used to imagine a fat bald man sitting behind his desk as he laughed at our outraged comments.

Keep in mind, I already surfed the web, but I started to look at it as a playground where I could instigate shock and disgust as well as laughter.

And I wrote "Pinkie has officially jacked this story." I wasn't really thinking when I wrote this. But I linked it to my email and went to sleep.

The next day I woke up, and opened my email to a shitstorm of DAFOUQ?!? And I laughed my ass off. Soon I poured myself into it and I began turning out chapter after chapter much to the amusement, disgust, and confusion of FIMFfiction.

Soon enough I gained me a small following.

And by this time, I was having fun with my life. I would walk down the street imagining things as I walked. I looked at a streetlamp and instantly imagined it a giraffe.

You know how our imagination is random, and somewhat strange? I completely gave into it as I wrote. And I made people laugh. And I felt happy.

Now one day after I finished the series, I was deleting some of my stories because I was bored. And I accidentally deleted it when I was trying to delete one of my other stories.

And this sent me into another spiral of depression because I deleted something I held dear to my heart. But then I began wondering, why did I hold it so dear?

And I looked back over my life and saw all the happiness it sewed, and I saw all the insane rampages of drugs and alcohol my characters went on. And I laughed and smiled and thought to myself.

This site is filled with a bunch of insane jackasses! Wait a minute...does this make me insane?

And so I looked deep within myself and found the answers that yes: I was insane. Completely and utterly.

And I wrote this. I wrote how one becomes insane because one has choices. And as I wrote I, revelations poured in onto my growing mind.

And now, sitting here smiling. I finish my tail.

Of how I became insane.

Happy, thoughtful, and lovingly yours, Datdamnface.

GOODNIGHT EVERYPONY!

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