GhostWaffleheimer

I found this My Little Pony story in my downloads folder on my old computer while moving some stuff to my new one, and was really confused. Thought it was something I wrote but the author's name is "Kitten" so not me. 
So I searched around, just found the story on fimfiction here: www.fimfiction.net/story/26474…. Which is really weird because the version I have is different and doesn't involve plants in any way, and it only goes up to the part where Lily and Rusty are found dead. I don't know how I got a word file of an older version story and it's creeping me out a little...

I mean beside George and his projectile-tears. 

But boyfrando was over my house today and that show happened to be on (I guess my brother was watching it) so we were sitting there chilling out. There was this episode where the characters were at a carnival and Peppa and her mom were at this little archery stand. The guy running the stand was this dog and Peppa said something to her mom about doing the archery thing. Now, this dog guy said, and I quote, "women are useless at this." Cue me saying "what?", and boyfrando's jaw dropping for an entire minute. 
Now somebody had to have written that, and somebody had to have approved that. 
This show was already weird to begin with... 
Apparently giant Mr. Goodbars exist. Those are one of my FAVORITE chocolate bars.

Oh, and I saw a red tailed hawk in my back yard today. It was huge! I love hawks. They love me. I think they stalk me or something. Everywhere I go, HAWKS. ^{_{I am now convinced they're my spirit animal or something like that. My friends are probably tired of hearing that.}}

Well I had an interesting day today.

I think I found my true calling in life. I believe I've found out who and what I was supposed to be. I realize now that everything I once thought I knew is wrong, and I must fix it. I can change my fate if I set out on the path to become what I was to become all along. All this time I've been sitting around and wasting away, letting countless days turn into nights. All my years of living have been a sham. I've found out the real me. And I know now that I shall continue life happily from now on. I've found my one purpose in life. And that purpose is: