First part of the "Miracle at St. Luna's" (title from here) story by fjinkie/cdent

"Dear mother and father.. I leave this note with a weakened heart and soul. The torment I've faced from dealing with my depression and dissociation is just too much to physically bear. I feel that no matter what I would've done, nothing could have saved me. I feel like no matter what I did, it always came back to haunt me. Karma doesn't exist, an equal flow of things in the universe does not exist. I wish to leave this plane of existence and progress into pure beautiful nothingness, the way I wish I could. Living and/or growing old was never a plan for me nor did it seem feasible or even something I could look forward to. My studies were all for naught, as generally things go.

I don't have much to say here other than I cannot progress life any longer. I am sorry. I know the saying… a mother shouldn't have to bury their child. But that's my selfishness that I want to again, punish myself for. One last act of selfishness and stupidity and it'll all be over, I promise things will get better without me.

-Twilight Sparkle

P.S. Tell Sunset .. Sunset Shimmer.. that girl from school and from the camp who rescued me many times.. that I loved her more than just a friend. I wish I could've been strong enough to tell her myself."

part 2