derpy and her fries

>You sit yourself on top of the kitchen Counter.
>Why are you sitting here.
>The oven timer ticks down.
>You remember Twilight saying something about not touching things.
>You see most of the kitchen and the doorway leading to the living room with one eye and most of the kitchen ceiling with the other eye.
>Sometimes you forget what you're doing, but that's okay.
>Sometimes you end up making a mess in Ponyville but that's okay too.
>You know Rainbow Dash doesn't really mean it when she calls you a dumb fuck.
>Why are you on the kitchen counter?
"Oh ya!"
>You're making homemade fries.
>You go back to that little world in your head.
>You know Twilight doesn’t really mean it when she doesn't look at you while she talks.
>You know Applejack doesn't mean to make a weird funny face, like she licked a lemon, whenever she complements your eyes, or says nice things to you.
>You know rarity doesn’t mean it when she refuses to make you any clothes when you ask for some.
>You know Pinkie Pie doesn't mean it when she says that she won’t make you muffins anymore.
>You know fluttery doesn't mean it when she hides from you.
>It’s like hide and seek, except she never looks when it's your turn to hide.
>They just like to play jokes, and have fun with you.
“Wait. What am I do-”
*Ding*
>The fries are done.
>You make a plate and eat alone.
>You invited your friends to come over to try out your home made fries.
>No one is here.
>They never show up when you invite them over, but that's okay.
"More fries for me."
>You smile, but tears start streaming down your cheeks.
>You wonder why that happens.
>You think there's an onion somewhere in your house because it happens all that time.
>You hope you'll find it one day so you don't have to cry anymore.
>Your fries are crispy black, but that's Okay.
>They still taste good.