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         Pinkamena Diane Pie, better known as "Pinkie Pie", stared blankly at the wall of her bedroom. "What time was it?" She thought to herself as she blinked her still tired eyes. The room was silent, except for her quiet breaths and the rustling of the blue comforter she was under. "How long have I been asleep?" She thought once agin. She yawned and attempted to move from the bed, slowly sitting up, and putting each hoof gingerly on the cold wooden floor.

          She stood and trudged slowly to the bathroom, where she faced the mirror. Usually, Pinkies already poofy mane was even messier than it was during the day, but this time it was dull, and flat, just like when she was a filly and worked on the rock farm. She didn't look like herself. Her mane was flat, her coat dull and lacking in vividness, her eyes empty with dark circles under each eye. She sighed and stood up once more, not looking at herself again. She checked the clock, 5:55pm. She had been asleep since yesterday night. She slept the entire day. Must have been tired..she thought and brushed her teeth slowly.

       Just look at yourself , your a disgrace to all things pony, no wonder your friends don't hangout with you anymore! It was starting. The angry voice filled her head with a booming volume that made her flinch. She sighed, a long, heavy sigh, and responded. "You aren't real and I refuse to listen to you" she said out loud. It was quiet for a moment, and she prayed that it worked, and that the voice would leave her alone. She was wrong. You are a funny one aren't you? You can't get rid of me, I am you. Or I should say, a version of you. Can't you see how PATHETIC you are? Moping around, sleeping all the time, it's sad and just plain wrong. You're so pitiful The voice responded in a loud tone. Pinkie stood in the doorway of her bathroom, not moving. What's she to do now?