(Here's one I posted as Anonymous, what seems like ages ago)
 
>day 5
>Walking through ponyville
>the bright colors clash with my dark mood.
>Suddenly, poofy pink pony bouncing in a circle around me
>She babbles on and on and on.
>I kneel down closer, then grab the pony's head between my hands.
>I stare deep into her blue eyes, willing every drop of pain, homesickness, and sorrow into and through my gaze.
>The pony whimpers a bit, lower lip trembling.
>She tries to pull out of my grasp, but I hold.
>Another whimper, then there's the sound of air escaping a balloon as the pony's hair deflates.
>Stand and continue on my way, leaving the pony bawling in the street behind me.
>Today was a bad day
>Just like all the others.
 
 
 
>Day 6
>Sitting in Twilight's basement
>Pink pony bursts into door at the top of stairs.
>Confetti, confetti everywhere.
>She's singing some inane song.
>Stare at her, grab her head again when she gets close enough.
>She gives a cheerful smile.
>It fades quickly as I again express my sorrows directly through my gaze into her blue eyes.
>As she breaks into great waterfalls of tears, I head upstairs.
>I tell Spike and Twilight about Pinkie and head out on the town for a while.
>Night falls, and I see Twilight leading a still sniffling Pinkie home.
>I return to Twilight's partially flooded basement.
 
 
 
>Day 7
>Twilight talks at me about Pinkie.
>Mention not the pink one's name, lest their attention be drawn.
>Too late.
>Pinkie pops out of a vase with a plate of cookies, jabbering away cheerfully.
>She gets too close as she jabs a cookie in my mouth.
>Grab her head and look into her eyes.
>"Oh no not again..." she whimpers.
>As she breaks down in tears, Twilight yells at me.
>Grab another cookie as the purple one pushes me out the door of the library.
>As she heads back inside to console Pinkie for the second day in a row, I walk off, somberly munching the cookie.
 
 
 
>Day 8
>Standing in Carousel Boutique
>Rarity is taking measurements for making me some clothes.
>Twilight is still lecturing me about Pinkie.
>She steps out for a moment, then escorts Pinkie in.
>Twilight insists on an apology.
>As Rarity trots off with her measurements to get started, I kneel down.
>Cautiously, Pinkie starts to approach.
>I sigh.
"... I am sorry, Pinkie Pie."
>"Awwww, that's okay, Anonanononamousus!"
>She continues on in her babbling.
 
>I grab her head and look deeply into her eyes once again.
>She changes in mid-sentence to a slight scream, followed by bawling.
>I walk out as Twilight yells at me.
>I see Twilight taking a sniffling Pinkie Pie to get ice cream later in the day.
 
 
 
>Day 9
>The pegasi had scheduled a slight drizzle.
>I had gone out to do a few errands that Twilight needed done.
>Spike was busy dusting and reshelving books.
>Return to the library late in the day.
>"SURPRISE!"
>The library is filled with ponies, streamers, balloons, and confetti.
>Music plays from a gramophone in the corner.
>I give a polite nod to the crowd, heading to the refreshment table.
>I sip some punch and watch ponies dance and play games.
>Cautiously, the pink one eases up to my side and asks if I like it.
>I nod.
"Thank you, Pinkie Pie."
>She beams cheerfully, then babbles a response.
>She grabs my hand, then pulls me out onto the dance floor.
>She dances eagerly, encouraging me to do the same.
 
>I grab her head, pouring the sorrow from my eyes to hers.
>She breaks into a sorrowful wail.
>Her sobs are a jarring counterpoint to the cheery music in the background.
>The other ponies move in to cheer her up as I go down to my cot in the basement.
 
 
 
>Day 10
>I wake.
>The world was filled with yaps, barks, fur, and wagging tails.
>I sit up.
>Puppies. Puppies from wall to wall in my basement room.
>They scamper and crawl over each other as they play.
>Blinking, I pet a few that get closer.
>I wade through the puppies, and the door bursts open.
>It's Rarity! Oh wait, no. No, it's Pinkie again.
>She babbles on and on about the virtues of puppies to cheer others up.
>Fluttershy quietly peers in from behind the door and her mane.
>Pinkie scoops up a couple of puppies and gives a grin wider than seems possible as she shows them to me.
>The grin falters a bit as I lean closer and impassively look into those blue eyes.
>She flinches and shrinks back a bit as I pat the poofy pink mane her atop the head.
>I walk past Fluttershy and out to face the day.
>I see Pinkie looking jittery and nervous later on.
>She gives a nervous smile, then zips away before I get too close.
>...I wonder why.
 
 
 
 
>Day 11
>I have been walking around ponyville all day, looking for a place that I might rent.
>Just past lunchtime, the pink one started sneaking around, following me.
>It looks like she's carrying some sort of box.
>I slow down a bit, walking down one street for a good way, then turn a corner.
>Out of sight, I wait for the pink, bouncing pony to slink into view.
>A few moments pass, then she pops into view.
>She jumps a bit, then gives a big grin.
>She starts reaching behind her back. I must act quickly.
>I grab her head and stare deeply into her blue eyes.
>Every line and crease my hard life has carved into my face deepens as I pour my sorrows out through my gaze.
>A slight whimper escapes Pinkie, escalating into all-out bawling.
>A box falls from her back. It's wrapped like a present.
>A label indicating it's for me bobs from a ribbon.
>Leaving Pinkie to wail great waterfalls of tears, I open it.
>It's a hat. Somewhat nice, too.
>...
>I pat the poofy cloud atop the pink one's head, then stroll off.
>I put the hat on as her sobs fade into that low, tired moaning sort of sob.
 
 
 
>Day 12
>I was reading a book in Twilight's basement.
>Above, I heard the door slam open, followed by the pink one's voice.
>"Twilight! TWILIGHT! I've gotta super-de-duper megahuge monster problem I need your help with!"
>You hear the telltale sounds of books shifting from a disorganized pile.
>"Err, okay, Pinkie. What's the problem?" asks Twilight.
>I mark my place in my book. This might be interesting."
>"Okay you remember how the last seven days I've been trying to cheer Anon up but I keep winding up in tears?"
>"Vividly." Twi sounds bitter that she was the one that had to cheer the pink one up. Just a little.
>I walk up the stairs to the door, cracking it open a little to peer out.
>"So I was thinking I really need to bust out ALL the stops because parties and snacks and presents didn't do the trick and he really really needs something cheerful because he-"
>She continues to babble.
>This may be a problem developing.
>"-and then I said to myself, 'Pinkie!' and I answered, 'What?' and then replied, 'Nop0ny deserves to be that sad! We should do something!' and then I went with myself to my room f-"
>I open the door as quietly as I can, then start strolling toward the pink pony.
>"-but there wasn't anything th- Uh-oh."
 
>She turns around, wide-eyed. Her pupils shrink to pinpricks as I grip the sides of her head.
>A universe made of grief spins in my eyes as I stare deeply into Pinkie's again.
>She shudders in my grip for a little bit, then there's the sound of a deflating balloon as her mane... deflates.
>I release her, and she stays put, frozen in place.
>I pet her long, straight mane a little, then quietly murmur in her ear.
"Pick your battles... You don't have to worry about me."
>Her lower lip trembles as I turn and stroll back to the basement.
>A heart-wrenching wail of sorrow erupts as I close the door.
>...
>I pack some towels under the door to prevent flooding.
 
 
 
>Day 13
>Twilight has been acting cagey all day.
>Applejack got fidgety when I mentioned it to her.
>The pink one is nowhere to be seen.
>Mr. Cake started to say something when I asked, but Mrs. Cake silenced him with an eclair.
>Something was brewing.
>As I passed the spa, I was grabbed and pulled inside by pink and blue hooves.
>Their services were nice, even though they were unsolicited.
>As I reclined in their largest tub, usually intended for multiple ponies, my mind begins to wander to life before Equestria.
>A sigh escapes my lips.
>"Awwww... why so gloomy, Anon?"
>I suddenly realize I'm not alone in the bath.
>Pinkie smiles over at me.
>I stare at her. Her smile fades.
>"Awww... shoot. I was sure this would work!"
>I stand, then start walking out.
>"Wait! Wait! Don'cha want some lunch or someth-"
>I grab Pinkie's head when she gets close enough.
>She dangles from my hands as I stare deep into her eyes.
>Her lower lip trembles as she bears witness yet again to my unspoken sorrows.
>The spa ponies sweep in to tend to the softly crying pony once I set her down.
>Twilight is still acting cagey when I return.
>They're up to something.
>I can tell.
 
 
 
>Day 15
>The six have been acting strangely for the past few days.
>The pink one has kept on trying to cheer me up, but she hasn't been getting so terribly devastated when I stare into her eyes as much.
>Today, I was awoken by a ruckus upstairs.
>Heading up to the library, I saw the six.
>Pinkie beams cheerfully at me, and before I know it, I'm blindfolded and being led out the door.
>"ANONANONANONANON! Come with us! Come with us! We've got a biiiiiiig surprise for you!" bubbles Pinkie.
>Eventually they stop dragging me.
>They pull off the blindfold.
>I'm facing a modest house.
>"Tadaaaaa! We got you a place of your very own!"
>They push and pull me into the house.
>I haven't had my own place before. Only renting.
>The house was even scaled to me, mostly.
>I smile slightly, though I can feel that it doesn't reach my eyes.
"I appreciate it. Thank you."
>"You're welcome, Anon," replies Twilight. "Later today, Princess Celestia is going to be dropping by as well! She wants to meet you."
>I nod. It sounds like she's omitting something, but I don't press the issue.
>My sparse few belongings are moved to the house.
 
>Not long after lunch, a chariot descends from the sky.
>A winged unicorn at least twice as tall as the rest of the ponies steps out.
>Greetings and bows from the ponies around.
>I nod a polite greeting, and she gives a calm smile.
>"You must be the Anonymous that Twilight has written to me about. I am Princess Celestia."
>I exchange a few polite pleasantries.
>Pinkie suddenly goes for a hug.
>Frowning, I grab her head and start looking in her eyes.
>I feel my head gripped in magic, then turned to face the princess.
>"Twilight wrote to me of her concerns regarding Pinkie Pie and you. I decided that I should see for myself."
>She gives a calm smile. Well, she asked for it.
>I give a slight smile in return, then look deep into her violet eyes.
>My sorrows pour into the pearlescent pony princess's gaze.
>Her smile remains, though it recedes from her eyes.
>She stares back into my eyes.
>I can see a galaxy of grief bloom into her gaze, boring into me.
>The two of us stand there for ages, the six looking back and forth between the two of us with concern.
 
>A passing filly looks too long upon our faces, and breaks into a sorrow-filled wail.
>Soon, the entire plaza is filled with sobbing ponies.
>A faint smile emerges from me, little joy to be found in it.
>I recieve one in return.
>I step forward, wrapping a hug around the princess's neck, as she hugs in return.
>We turn, then begin walking down the street, supporting each other with each weary step.
>At a hilltop outside of Ponyville, we share our sorrows.
>Princess Celestia gives another hug, followed by sage advice tempered over millenia with the fires of wisdom.
 
 
 
>Day 30
>I haven't made Pinkie cry in a couple of weeks.
>Princess Celestia's advice has helped me cope.
>She also took a moment to explain to Pinkie that sometimes, a sadness is too big to just sweep away in one go.
>The pink one still does little things to try to cheer me up, but she's not as obnoxious about it.
>She's a nice pony.
>It's probably for the best that she doesn't leave me alone.
>That'd just let me wallow in my pity.
>Pinkie smiles expectantly up at me as I eat an eclair.
>I give her a smile I picked up from the princess and kneel down.
>A moment of panic flashes through her eyes as I reach toward her.
>...I pull her into a hug.
>Once it registers that she's not about to be exposed to the expanse of my troubles again, she hugs back with a smile.
"Thanks, Pinkie..."
>I'm not sure how long I hugged the pony.
>...maybe there are better days ahead.
>Maybe.
 
>And they lived, if not happily ever after, at least a little bit less sad.
>end