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Dear Diary. No no, that’s stupid. Hello future Nova. No, that’s also stupid.. I uh. I don’t know how to start these things. -Like you didn't notice already- I guess I can start with a small introduction. My name is Nova Amber Light. I’m a 13 year old unicorn living in the magical land of Equestria, blah blah blah. Not so magical once you've lived here all of your life. I’ve heard stories from far-away lands about how amazing Equestria is. To be honest, there are some places in Equestria that live up to the hype, but there are a good number of places that soil it.
But I’m straying off topic. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this, or why I even have a diary in the first place. Well here’s the list. I have a lovely mix of Depression, anxiety, and a slight case of PTSD, (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, for the gits that didn’t finish school). Now I’m not going around looking for pity, I’m just saying. The reason I have these...issues. Is due to the death of my parents not to long ago. And by “Not to long” I mean like 2 months ago, on July 18th. My birthday. Not a great gift, I’ll tell you what.
It ended up knocking my family all over the fucking country. My two brothers live in Canterlot, and me and my sister live with some family friends, here in Fillydelphia. And that’s a whole different discussion I can go on about! I did end up getting my own room though. It belonged to a cousin of Kendra (the eldest sister of the family) and Scarlet (The youngest sister. They’re only a year apart, though), named Jet. The room was already decorated, but I ended up taking most of them down, due to them giving off the whole Ancient Gladiator feel. I’m uh...not to into that sort of thing.
It’s not so bad here, I guess. I had to be in-rolled into a new school, due to the fact that before...the incident...I went to school at North Fillydelphia High school. Now that I moved to west Fillydelphia, I have to go to West Fillydelphia High school. I only know about 2 ponies that go to this school. Kendra and Scarlet.
Holy shit! I just realized that school starts in 2 days! I guess that’s why there’s a shit load of school supplies outside my room, this morning. Son of a bitch! Well I guess I’m going to have to cut this short. I have a thing I do before the school year, where I sort out my saddle bag, and binder so I know where to stuff shit, and where shit is. It’s sadly the hardest part of year for me. Well, I guess I can end it by saying some crappy quote or something. Winners don’t use drugs? Yeah! Let’s use that! Winners don’t use drugs! God this is going to be a long fucking year.
But I’m straying off topic. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this, or why I even have a diary in the first place. Well here’s the list. I have a lovely mix of Depression, anxiety, and a slight case of PTSD, (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, for the gits that didn’t finish school). Now I’m not going around looking for pity, I’m just saying. The reason I have these...issues. Is due to the death of my parents not to long ago. And by “Not to long” I mean like 2 months ago, on July 18th. My birthday. Not a great gift, I’ll tell you what.
It ended up knocking my family all over the fucking country. My two brothers live in Canterlot, and me and my sister live with some family friends, here in Fillydelphia. And that’s a whole different discussion I can go on about! I did end up getting my own room though. It belonged to a cousin of Kendra (the eldest sister of the family) and Scarlet (The youngest sister. They’re only a year apart, though), named Jet. The room was already decorated, but I ended up taking most of them down, due to them giving off the whole Ancient Gladiator feel. I’m uh...not to into that sort of thing.
It’s not so bad here, I guess. I had to be in-rolled into a new school, due to the fact that before...the incident...I went to school at North Fillydelphia High school. Now that I moved to west Fillydelphia, I have to go to West Fillydelphia High school. I only know about 2 ponies that go to this school. Kendra and Scarlet.
Holy shit! I just realized that school starts in 2 days! I guess that’s why there’s a shit load of school supplies outside my room, this morning. Son of a bitch! Well I guess I’m going to have to cut this short. I have a thing I do before the school year, where I sort out my saddle bag, and binder so I know where to stuff shit, and where shit is. It’s sadly the hardest part of year for me. Well, I guess I can end it by saying some crappy quote or something. Winners don’t use drugs? Yeah! Let’s use that! Winners don’t use drugs! God this is going to be a long fucking year.
Authors note: This is a redux of a story I started a while ago. I'm going through and re-writing them up to part 20. I'm not going to re-post all of them as a new entry, only the first few.
This is the Diary of Nova Light. A 13 year old pony in depression due to his parents death.
Nova lives with his sister: Star Light, and his two step sisters Kendra and Scarlet Skyfire.
At a point in time Nova's counselor offered to give him a diary. Nova accepted this gift and started to wright in it.....Feeling that this book might either be a huge help...or a huge waste of time...
This is the Diary of Nova Light. A 13 year old pony in depression due to his parents death.
Nova lives with his sister: Star Light, and his two step sisters Kendra and Scarlet Skyfire.
At a point in time Nova's counselor offered to give him a diary. Nova accepted this gift and started to wright in it.....Feeling that this book might either be a huge help...or a huge waste of time...
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