>You are Anon
>'IDIOT!' you mentally scream at yourself, things were going so well and you just had to fucking Anon it up again!
>Falling out of a chair like a complete moron just because Pinkie touched your hand!?
>That wasn't something a normal person does! 
>But before you continue your mental self-flagellation you feel like someone's watching you and you peek out of the corner of your eye to see Sunset looking... at your hand. in. horror.
>no.
>You clench your hand, notice how loose the glove feels, and when you look down at it, you see that your burns are showing.
>NO!
>Before you know it you're running like the devil himself is chasing you, ignoring the calls of the girls behind you and ducking into the first bathroom you come across.
>Sunset had seen your burns! she SAW THEM!
>These words scream in your head over and over again as you barely resist the urge to slam your fists into the top of your head.
>Sunny Smiles called it a "Negative Coping Mechanism" whatever that meant, which meant you weren't allowed to do it or you'd get in trouble.
>But still, Sunset had seen your burns!
>Would she tell the others, would they not want you around anymore, would they hate you, or perhaps worst of all would they pity you?
>You'd rather die then see one more look of pity, you just couldn't take it.
>You could never talk to any of them ever again.
>Because you just weren't strong enough.