A pathetic excuse for a pony. A stupid, slow, bucking reckless foal who doesn’t know her place and can’t even do the simplest task without bucking it up for every-pony. It should save us all the trouble and try to fly off town hall, but we all know it’s too much of a chicken to follow through. Even a Dodo knows when it’s time to disappear.
 

 
So I finished finals. So far I have 3 ‘A’s and hopefully two more to come. (crossing my fingers for robotics, a seven hour final? what the hay Dr. Sun) Everyone else is really happy to be done, and I am to an extent, but I have this sick pit in my stomach; that of vast uselessness; I know I’m a good person who helps people and all that jazz, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m a terrible waste of space. I guess everyone has that feeling sporadically. It’s easy to loose perspective when you’re so focused on school, but I’m lucky. I have my health, I have my ponies, and I have my friends. so for now fuck these feelings, lets go Scootaloo.