Friendship Letters

Dear My Old Self, I've been looking back at the old Friendship letters that you/I made. I now cringe at you, myself. The Friendship Letters I made were so random, I made a lot of typos and such and had no understanding of what I was talking about. (Well, except for the "Dear Hasbro," one) So this is advice for future me. Please, when you read this tell me if it made any sense at all. If there was meaning. And Remember not to leave Canterlot Avenue for about 3 months again, because you/I do that...

In the early afternoon Detective Joe Winters exits his house, and enters his vehicle. His wife watches from the front door as his vehicle backs out of the driveway, and heads off down the street. As far as she knows he's off to the police station. Things have been very tough for him, and all the other detectives, and officers lately. She's hoping that whatever it is that's causing them all so much stress will be over soon. Joe on the other hand doesn't just hope. He's certain what he's doing tod...

I seem to have ended up in a strange land after working a case, the place is filled with ponies, and griffons, some dragons. I don't recognize where I am at all, hopefully someone or something can help guide me, for now though. I've got to go it alone.

Though it's universally believed that the mare has a childish and absent mind, Mina's new hobby says otherwise. She finds that writting them down in the form of poetry a great way to release her own thoughts; those too personal for her to write in a journal. Even if no one quite understands the meanings, Mina still picks up her quill. Onto paper the colour of snow, in a cute little pink book, the mare found sometime to be alone, so she could confess her feelings as shown: A brave little kitten ...

Dear self, have i done something wrong? i usually try and make everypony happy - but it just so seems that whatever i do, even if i don't realize it . . . something that i say or do it makes ponies/people upset... i feel awful after this - and i try to apologize, whenever i apologize its real! i truly mean it that i am, "very...sorry," but even sometimes - no matter what i do - they still run away from me.... or.. have you ever heard its very, VERY easy - to smile around everypony else, to...

I never wanted to grow up, I have always defended myself. My exterior grew hard as stone and yet I was hurt quite often. ...

Dear Princess Celestia, I didn't learn anything! Except how to not be irresponsible with money. Looking at saved brony commission art I have and recalling prices from memory only, I think I spent at least $1,100 on art commissions & packs. I don't have a well paying job so I shouldn't have spent that much money on mere picture files. I understand that art skill is rare and difficult to develop, which explains the price, but I'm just saying that the benefit of digital art pics might not be ...

So I see that today is the day of the final episode. I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I fell out of my own frequency of watching the show some time ago. But here we are, 9 years and a whole generation wrapped later, with a new generation soon to come. As I see everyone is talking about their experiences and how they came to discover the Magic of Friendship, I feel like I should share a bit as to how I managed to stumble into the wonderful world of pastel colored horses. It was back dur...

"When I met her eyes, it was like the world stopped moving. There was a connection there, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. When I finally met the Princess, I could feel what I saw. Someone just as broken as myself. One who knew death. Who'd seen the things I had. I remember inviting her to share a drink after the Games. Was it a date? I could flatter my ego and say yes, but it was more just two souls who felt a connection to another for the first time in a long time. We shared some experien...

I must admit, writing in a journal, expressing my thoughts feels rather.. foreign. I'm more for photographs when capturing moments to cherish them later. Maybe it's because writing requires me to actually reflect on my inner thoughts and feelings before expressing them? That, in of just itself, is something I've rarely been able to do. For as long as I can remember, I've always had to act calm and collected with a level head due to the expectations Father had for me. Even when Mother was lost to...

"I just....I need wisdom in my actions. I need...guidance. I know that we have a plan. He got the solution to defeat this Tyrant. To end his games. B-But....what if it isn't enough? What if we can't kill it. I don't fear my own death. But I fear dying before I can guarantee a safe future for the ones I care about..." He was frustrated. The weight on his shoulders, that is usually shared with his Brother, was more present then ever. He was sick and slowly dying. Each passing day his sickness was ...