Its been a while, my bad.

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I open up my mac laptop. Username, password, same routine. I start to type:

Jupiter is a pretty crazy place if you think about it, huh? I mean, planets in general, its all really weird. Space is just a weird concept to me. How can you have nothing? I dont know.

I shut it. It probably auto saved, anyways.

I dont really remember where I am, who I am, or anything like that. I think California? Somewhere near redding or something. All I know is that I have a really shitty life right now. Who the fuck would want to be a pony?

I shake my head and move on. The streets are bland, and so are the streetlamps. California isn’t even that cool of a place. I guess San Fran is okay, but thats really only because of the wharf. Plus they dont get snow, so that kinda sucks. Oh well.

I slowly start to slow down as I come upon a realization: What am I doing?

My brain starts to spark.

Really, what am I doing? Like, for real. Why the fuck would I want to go to New York? Why the fuck would anyone want to go there, anyways? How the am I, some shitty-cursed background pony going to make a difference if I cant even pick up a can of Coke without it spilling all over myself?

The fact that I, or anyone for a matter, can make a huge difference with just themselves is ridiculous. Maybe I’m just dreaming right now. Maybe this is just a nightmare.

Maybe this is just 50 AD.

I look around, noticing a train track. I move towards it, my hooves slaved by my own nerves because the pony body is just really fucking weird.

I hear a loud noise and look to my left; blackness.

I feel myself floating.

I wake up.