Accomplishments. In my life, none is greater than raising the one, the only, Pinkie Pie.

You'd probably think that raising Pinkie would be difficult, and I'll admit, at times it was. Other times, not so much. Just like raising a kid. Only with fur. And pink hair.

Rachael, you know Rachel, the distant BronyCon friend? I rang her up after I saw Pinkie's video and asked if she wanted to hang out. She said, "Sure thing!" And that's how I met all her friends, who are also now all my friends, too.

There's Tara, Ashleigh, Tabitha and Cathy. They're all awesome! Some people aren't so bad. And guess what? They all love ponies!

I never decided to tell anyone about Pinkie. It would always be just my secret.

I'm at Rachael's house now, actually. It's, you guessed it, New Year's Eve! Gee, a lot of things seem to happen on these days, am I right or am I right?

I now get why people celebrate these sorts of things. You know, like this awesome New Year's gathering.

I've patched things up with Josh, and I've let him remember Pinkie. We're not dating anymore, though. Let's face it, he's not my type, really! Maybe some day, I'll find the right partner and settle down, but it'll come when it comes. And anyways, I don't plan to have kids anytime soon, even at age 37!

I'm not afraid to have kids anymore, but I just am not ready yet.

After I explained everything about Brick to Josh, he apologised for yelling at me and we actually went out for ice cream. I told Josh about Pinkie leaving, and he was actually a little sad about it. Okay, a lot. What a marshmallow.

I got a job as a teenage magazine writer. I just have to write one chapter a week about some cheesy high school drama and get paid thousands. It's awesome.

I still think about Pinkie now and then. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if she had stayed with me. I know that things would never have gone the way they did, but I have no regrets anymore. I would have done anything to experience it all again.

I don't normally think about the past anymore, anyway. It's the past, why worry about that bitch?

"Okay, guys! Countdown to the new year in ten..." Rachael starts us off.

"Nine," we all chime in.

"Eight."

I guess I'll just think up a new year's resolution.

"Seven."

I smile at the last time I made one of these.

"Six."

That was, what, seventeen or so years ago?

"Five."

What was that resolution, again?

"Four."

Oh, that's right. Love something more than I love myself.

"Three."

Hahaha. How did I even come up with that?

"Two."

Who knew I could have been foreshadowing my own fate?

"One! Happy new year!"

Well, resolution accomplished!

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After the countdown to the New Year, we all clink our glasses of alcohol and Josh offers me a ride home, which I accept. I really did have too much to drink, and you know how bad my hangovers are.

I open the old front door to my house and sigh, clambering upstairs and slumping down on the bed. "Happy New Year, bitch," I smile at myself.

I am in no mood to stay up any longer, so I brush my teeth and get into my 20% Cooler PJs. Yes, I still own them. Yes, I still like My Little Pony. Yes, it is my religion. Haha, okay, it's not my religion. Did I ever mention I'm an atheist?

Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. I roll my eyes. It's probably Josh or something.

I pad downstairs and open the front door. I look forward, no one's there. I look left, no one's there. I look right, no one's there. Must be some stupid ten year olds doing a knock and run.

I growl in frustration, but just before I close the door, I hear a voice. "Wait!"

I recognise that voice. It's matured a lot, but I still remember the high pitched tone. I look down on the front porch to see her. I gasp, my eyes widen and fill with tears of joy. "P...Pinkie?" I breathe.

There she is, sitting in a small cardboard box with her hot pink, poofy mane. She smiles up at me.

"Hi, mommy."

...

...Maybe I've had too much to drink?

The End