Everything Breaks  
by KopaLeo
 
The existential dread is eating me alive. It’s clawing at me, telling me to die. I can barely concentrate on my exam preparation. When I walk outside, I see rotting corpses walking along post apocalyptic streets. The concrete hulls are staring vacantly with sockets where windows used to be. There is a hole in the center of the sky, but the corpses cannot see it. They are dead for three hundred years. A wind blows, and the buildings wail, dusty tears running down their sockets.
 
I can’t think, I can’t study. But I can still eat raisin bread. I look at this sheet of paper that I must study for the exam, but the words tremble and I can’t move my eyes, until the vision field tiles over with little dots of black ink, and grays out on the edges, it is Troxler fading.
 
The voice repeats, “Everything breaks.”  
My dreams will break.  
My friendships will break.  
Equestria will break.  
The universe will break.
 
Painting calmed me as I transfer my despair into Twilight’s form. Oh Twilight, how long have I neglected painting you?? I wish it was like before, when you were the faithful student in the tree house. I would be your biggest fan and we can share blueberry muffins every Sunday.
 
Everything breaks. But I can’t die just yet… Not because I’m afraid to die, but because there are ponies I care about, and also because I wish to know more of mathematics.