Some old as fuck pastebin that some anon wrote back in 2014 but i wrote the last part


                                            >So it has finally come to this.

                                            >You suppress nervous laughter at how pathetic you are.

                                            >Idly running tough rope through your fingers, why was it always like this?

                                            >You could never be satisfied with what you wanted. It was sickening.

                                            >You wanted nothing more to be here, and now? You hate it. Life is worse than you could have imagined.

                                            >Images of friends and family drift over your vision - you don't know what you've got until it's gone.

                                            >You couldn't take it anymore.

                                            >Last objective? Find the quietest, most peaceful part of the Everfree forest.

                                            >No one notices you slip out of town with a thick rope stolen from Apple Acres.

                                            >For at least 30 minutes you relentlessly trek though steadying darkness created by the overhead trees.

                                            >The surrounding foliage muffles sound in all directions - perfect for privacy and tranquility.

                                            >You contemplate backing out with a last sorrowful look at the direction you came from.

                                            >The path had blended into the dark, unruly trees.

                                            >Well no point prolonging this shit, is there?

                                            >Admiring the emerald green moss scattered over the beautiful tree that'd take your life, you hoist up your rope over a strong branch.

                                            >You'd already tied a noose once to get here, so this was a sinch.

                                            >With both hands spreading the noose over your head you pause - were you really ready to go through this shit again?

                                            >Harsh memories of the Ponyville resident's disgust at you begin to play.

                                            >"Weird pale freak", "Tiny eyed ape", "bipedal weirdo"

                                            >They were silly insults, but hurt no less.

                                            >The difference between you and the villagers was too great to ignore.

                                            >They could never really look at you as an equal or a proper friend.

                                            >Conversation with them had dry because they were too scared to engage.

                                            >This made it impossible to socialize, and as a result, get a job.

                                            >Eventually you'd resorted to stealing on a few occasions to survive.

                                            >While no one accused you directly, you're sure they knew.

                                            >As for the mane 6 who tempted you to come here in the first place? Hah.

                                            >Any time they spent not bickering with each other was apparently time wasted.

                                            >Enough of this - time for business.

                                            >Soon enough the noose is securely around your neck; a collar of death.

                                            >You slowly climb up the moss-covered tree.

                                            >The plan was to simply let go. Cannonball to the ground. Let gravity do its thing.

                                            >You were terrified just like the first time. Could you really endure an encore of desperately struggling to survive past the point of no return?

                                            >No matter how much you wanted this, instinct always fought back.

                                            >You were never never satisfied, right?

                                            >After climbing as suitable distance, you cast one last look around the peaceful enclosure.

                                            >Would anyone ever find your body here? It's so secluded, you'd probably long be a skeleton before then.

                                            >Heh. Spooky Scary Skeleton.

                                            >Your grip loosens.

                                            >At this point you felt that maybe, just maybe someone would have come to try to stop you

                                            >Maybe just wait a little, you are going to die regardless time.


                                            "Nope, nofuckingbody as expected"

                                            >You weren't the attention whore type of person, but seriously nobody gave two shits about you here?.

                                            >That was the last straw

                                            "Here goes nothing!"

                                            >And with that you loose the rope and just fall off the tree.

                                            >You quickly feel the rope pressing against your windpipe.

                                            >Though the tree was kinda tall your neck didn't broke

                                            >"asphyxia then" you tought

                                            >A timid smile draws through your face.

                                            >Maybe you'll wake up in another place, back in earth, another equestria, maybe even heaven.

                                            >Your face and extremities are feeling very numb by now.

                                            >It feels silly.

                                            >And isn't that bad really.

                                            >Sure, the lack of oxygen makes you freak out for a little but after a while you just feel tired, even more than before.

                                            >Just like the last time.

                                            >"The headache is new, i think"

                                            >Everyting is getting darker and blurry

                                            >herewego.jpg

                                            >With the latest seconds of your sight you see 6 ponies passing near of your future rest place.

                                            >They are bickering about how awesome will be to renovate some old castle.

                                            >You move your head slightly up and you see it.

                                            >Celestia and Luna's old castle.

                                            >Just at less than 50 meter of you.

                                            >Its seems that they will find you sooner than you thought.

                                            >Everything fades to dark.