Mares Is Sad

i am a husk of the man i once was, with each passing day my condition only worsens. i feel as though with each click of the hands on the clock is another secound wasted, another secound clasor to death. but i envy the dead, for they are in there on equstria marrying theyre waifu while i can only wait, only wait for the day i get to hold my dear applejack in my arms, so many of my questions will go unawnsered for me but atleast i can writhe in the confort of the knowlage that i will meet meet my wife one day.