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I feel like death, so I made an OC about it.
 
Dear Diary,
 
Today was a busy day. I made 3 new friends. One was an old colt whose face looked like a mixture between a jellyfish and a startled raisin. His suit was too tight for him, probably something he wore many years ago. The collar looked like it was trying to choke him, the irony of which made me laugh inappropriately. I’ve got to stop doing that. Heart attack.
 
The next was a filly. That made me sad. The family wanted to keep the casket closed, but they had a photograph of her. I peeked inside anyway. She looks prettier in real life. Ponies usually look better when they’re sleeping. I gave her two bits in case she needs it. Drowning.
 
The last was a mare who reminded me very much of myself. No one was at her going away party except a very bored looking chap in an expensive looking suit who left as soon as he got done talking to a lawyer. He didn’t even look at her simple coffin. I was oddly distracted while doing the burying because usually something like that only happens to very very old friends, those who have outlived everyone else they were important to. This mare was younger, not a filly, but about my age. She was very thin, short cropped black hair, ochre coat. I didn’t think it was sad though, it just made our moment together more intimate. I feel like she’s now a secret that only I know about. I’m going to make her stone especially nice. Suicide via hanging.
 
I tried singing in the bath again today. Still not any good. Dr. Goodheart told me to keep practicing, though. He says I need more hobbies besides watching others and hiking through the woods looking at plants. He encouraged me to get more exercise again, even though I do physical labor all day. I like him, but he can be dumb. He also smiles too widely.
 
Potions are coming along fine. I found a plant the other day that, when distilled with tallow, sulfur, and red wine, made me cough up a baby rabbit. It died shortly afterward. I named it Willow and buried it in an empty jewelry box.
 
Going to go to bed now.
 
 
Can’t go to bed, going for a walk instead.

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