February 17th

Today's a new day, and I have high hopes. We'll just pretend yesterday never happened. I'll go outside, find those three, and apologize for being so rude yesterday, no matter how funny it was. Scootaloo is NOT an unwanted orphan, Sweetie Belle does NOT look like a cheep prostitute, and Apple Bloom ISN'T an inbred farm-mule. I just hope that horrible, insufferable freak Twist isn't around today. I couldn't handle it. Not today.

Once again, I never fail to disappoint myself. I met up with those three and made my apology, but not as smoothly as I would have liked to. I kind of just blurted out that I was sorry and ran away. I dropped my glasses in the snow and was forced to dig around for them. I have never felt so humiliated. They just stared at me and chuckled while I wiped the snow from my coat.

I give up.

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