Title:           Real Life
Author:          FuzzyKinz
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First Edit:      Thursday 16th of May 2013 09:06:23 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 16th of May 2013 09:06:23 AM CDT

>Day Real Life in Equestria.
>Laying in bed for a while, you bask in the darkness.
>Waking up at about One in the morning every day is relativly peaceful.
>But it just serves to remind you about what a waste of potential you are.
>You rest in bed for about another hour before you have to use the bathroom.
>Sighing you get up to do your morning routine.
>Piss.
>Sometimes you like to mix it up and add 'shit' to the list, but not today.
>Shambling down the stairs, you make your way to your couch.
>Sitting down, you get ready for another uneventful day of not doing anything at all.
>Sadly, and surprisingly, someone actually knocked on your door.
>After a minute they knock again.
>Drudgingly you make your way to the door and open it.
>Before you appears a yellow pony with a pink mane.
"What do you want FlutterStutter?"
>"Um-oh-I was wondering if your fetish was being so depressed that you don't want to do anything, that you don't even want to try to be happy because you're trapped in an endless loop of hating yourself because you think you're worthless even though you have an above average IQ, have lots of friends, and are kind to those who desirve to be. While waiting for your inevitable death in this world that you feel you don't desirve to be in."
>You take a moment to let her words sink into your mind.
"Fluttershy."
>"Y-y-yes Anon?"
"Get a fucking life."
>You close the door on her face.
>You didn't slam it though, you're not that much of an asshole.
>Trundling back to the couch you start to think again.
>Thinking makes you more depressed. Stop it.
>There are no brakes on the brain train!
>Computers.
>They don't have any god damn computers in this world.
>If they did, you'd at least have something to do.
>Guns.
>Why can't there be any guns in this peaceful world of miniature horses?
>God knows that if there were you wouldn't be here thinking about it.
>Life.
>What is your life even for?
>Why are you here if you're just going to suffer?
>If there is some sort of higher being, s/he's one sick fucker.
>What's the most painless way to get rid of your life?
>You would just take the knife in the drawer, but you're a god damn pussy and don't want to feel any pain.
>If you had any money, maybe you could hire a hit on yourself.
>You sigh again.
"Why the fuck can't I do anything right?"
>Oh great, here come the tears again.
>You spend the rest of the morning on the couch crying because of what a waste you are.
 
>It's a little after noon when you get up again.
>Getting up, you move to the kitchen to get some food.
>Aaaaaand you're out.
"Well fuck, looks like I'm not eating today."
>You meander back to the couch and lay on your back.
>Close your eyes and go back to sleep for the day.
>Today was a "Holy fuck I'm such a pansy that I can't kill myself" kind of day.