Day one, Wrecked in States

(OOC: This is the beginning of my story, please follow along.)

day one. All alone, All alone, stranded in the middle of nowhere, my mind lost and scurrying about as I sat at the tree stump. This will be my final journal and not for my work, no no no, for my life, the last segments of my life. I know that the end is coming, I can feel death's hoof nearing my shoulder and I can see the sand of my hour glass running out, no time to waste, no time to sleep, and this was no time to die. I had to get out of here, to many things watching me, ready to make me their next meal, I know that if I stay a moment longer, that if I can't breath the fresh air of a normal city, I will die in this forest. I remember why I came here to this blasted forest. Ruins, old ruins that could help expose past life, the life that ceased to exist after many years. I knew where I was, I was in the forest of my mind, and that what I am writing is not a journal in my hooves right now, but yet a mental note, a note of insanity. I know where I am in the real world. I am at my chair, figuring out plan for a steam powered movable machine. I must search for the ruins, the ruins of my old life, the chaos that ensued here long ago left my mind shattered into countless pieces Those THINGS that call themselves ponies, those THINGS that damaged my life! I can forgive them, and I can move on, my top priority is to find my way, my living self, fragments of my once lost mind, fragments....of my broken heart.

note to self: put this on paper once you find the ruins. I may have gone mad.