My Little Pony: Friendship Is Worth A Chance

Day DI, Entry 205

I knew, I slept, I dreamed, and I hoped, hoping that someday... someone would find me and accept me as someone who has a future in his life and could be someone, not a something. I remembered the time when I was born... my gosh, I remember. It was bright in the room, I caught a glance of my mother as she held me in her hooves, and my father witnessing the birth of a child. I was exited to live my life. But the moment when they looked into each others eyes and into my eyes, they realized that I wasn't qualified to live a healthy life with them. My mother put me down, glared at my small eyes, and walked cautiously and silently out of the room. I was all alone that night... no one would come and comfort me; or take me as their son, but they didn't.

Why? Why is it me? Why should it be me? Why does no one like me as for who I am? Why am I considered "dust" to my parents. Why am I asking myself these questions over and over again as I know that it would end one day. One day... all the despair and pessimistic thoughts of my head will disappear, as some pony would find me and take me as their son. But that hasn't happened for thirteen years and counting! I swear that I'll find who I really am... I just know it.

But now, I'm stuck here. Stuck in a dark and scary forest. This is considered to be my humble home. This was the only place I could get into without being seen by any other pony because they'll think I'll be some psycho walking into a black forest without adult supervision. But anyways, I live here: in a forest. A dark and scary forest to be exact. (Hmph, I said the same things twice.)

My home is a hole carving inside a tall, damp tree. It has everything: a thing I can sit on, a thing I can sleep and rest on, and a thing I can eat on. Its quite dirty, due to the fact that it's all made of wood and moss. But... I plow on, trying my best to gather resources to survive this cruel place, trying to improve my lifestyle, trying to live a better life, and trying to find some pony that would care for me. Except the problem is that I can't leave. I'm stuck here. It's like I'm inside an invisible barrier, created by the ghosts of my parents. No! Don't think about your parents, don't think about that horrifying image, don't think... negative... think positive. My gosh, all my live I've been depressed and worried; but maybe If I act a little positive, some pony would recognize me as a "cheerful and heartfelt" kind of pony.

But how? How can I be more happy and positive? That's the main question here. Should I smile more? Should I think more happy thoughts? Should I do both? What do I do? What CAN I do? What will I- oof, I'm famished. Jeez, who knew all of this writing can work up some pony's apatite. But I still want to write on how I can be happy and positive. Oh I can't resist! Food is calling my name. Just to be sure you know what I eat, I eat fruits hanging from trees of bushes. Sometimes I even eat the leaves itself. Gruesome, isn't it? I know, but its the only food I can find in this here parts of the forest. Day by day, the food vanishes as I steal the fruit from the bushes. I try to conserve my food, eating it bite by bite per day. It's the only method I can use to survive.

Anyway, where was I? Gosh darn it, I lost track of what I was talking about. I tend to that all the time. Don't know why, but its part of me. I guess I'll close this entry for now. Good night, friend.