Nah, I get it. See, I spent most of my life rejecting ponies. It was only natural that I was the rejectee this time. My hypocrisy was almost palpable. So, pow! Eat it, me! Take these bad feelings in. Take them all in! Take her cold shoulder and suck on it! After all, I made my bed, so it was high time I laid in it. Having a friend give up on me, that’s exactly what I longed for. I deserved to feel bad. I deserved to be on my knees and still be knocked down. I deserved to beg for mercy and be spat on at my lowest.