The right thing to doHas anypony ever told you that you did the right thing, but it doesn't help? That was how it had happened with me. The doctors and nurses had all told me I had done the right thing - my squadron had told me I'd done the right thing - my family had told me I had done the right thing that didn't change anything though. I was still locked up in a hospital.After three weeks they let me go. They gave me back my freedom, but it had changed. A little bottle of pills had been attached to it now. I hated that little bottle of pills but what other choice did I have? They held up their end of the deal so long as I held up mine.After a while of
I know what monsters look likeWhen I was a little filly, nothing scared me more than monsters. As the sun would begin to set, visions of sharp-toothed apparitions with long claws and glowing eyes would fill my thoughts. Every night they would watch me from the darkness of my bedroom, where I was convinced that if I hid far enough beneath the covers that somehow I'd survive until morning. Once daylight broke I would look for them. I would try to find traces of where they had been and if there was a way I could seal them back into whatever nightmare they had crept out from.I never did find anything. The monsters continued to scare me, lurking just beyond where any light c
I WANT THIS TEA CUP! DUFF CAN GO GET HIS OWN DX<