It's a constant battle: to remember or forget. With remembering I don't get to remember just the good times. I don't get to remember just the times that I spent hacking my precious pony in the fields going on galloping adventures. I don't just get to remember the times I was given her sweet and begging kisses. I don't get to just remember all the times that we won at shows after so much hard work. With remembering comes remembering the night she died. The loud crack from across the arena. The confusion, fear, and pain in her eyes. Her entire body shaking from the shock. I'm sorry I can't finish the blog. I'm too upset
I have my first essay for college. I low key love writing papers so I'm excited but I'm probably going to fail it because my teacher is hardcore with grades. Side note: every time my boyfriend texts me I automatically do this stupid little giggle like I'm 5. Someone please slap me. (my boyfriend doesn't like reading my blogs because he doesn't know if they are going to be sad or not so hopefully he won't read this so he can't bug me about it) I took a five hour nap... I have this cold/allergy thing and it plus school/work/riding just draining me of all energy. My boyfriend took his ASVAB today for the military and he did really well!!! When he told me I started crying because he has wanted it so bad and I'm so proud of him! PS: the title is the song I was listening to... Hold Up by Beyoncé because she is queen 👑
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