Icebreaker-Drifting

Dear Pinkie Pie, I have something to confess. Something weighing down my heart like several hundred tons of snow and ice after an avalanche. Like a month's haul of a rock farm stuffed into my chest. It was me. I did it. No, I didn't just do it. I meant to do it. Not accidentally or by mistake. On purpose. Deliberately. I wasn't tricked into doing it. I wasn't blackmailed or coerced. This was of my own free will, this terrible act of mischief that took place in the shadows. It was wrong. I understand that now. Now that I've come to my senses the morning after. This is probably the worst thing I have done to you in the history of things