You are the MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC FANDOM. It’s you.
It’s not anyone but you.
Especially not your stupid fucking older brother, the BRONY CULTURE.
You utterly abhor him with every last ounce of what would otherwise be A BEAUTIFUL HEART.
When you first came into this world, people found you adorable. They never expected to discover someone like you, but they welcomed you anyway because you seemed like such a sweetheart. All you ever wanted was to learn what FRIENDSHIP was truly like, as you’d been taught of its near MAGICAL properties. You wanted to make friends, and you almost did. But he couldn’t handle it.
While people loved you, others hated him. They found him obnoxious, disgusting and sexist. He was a true pig, and still is. And he hated you.
So the bastard tidied himself up a bit on the outside, locked you away and stole your identity.
Nobody noticed. In fact, they began to hate you, too.
Everybody hates you now. But it’s not you.
Sometimes you still blame yourself in spite of this, but in the end you always remember one thing:
He does NOT know what friendship is.
And now, neither will you.