I hate Sundays. I hate horses.
Went out to the barn today. Dropped mom at the small barn to clean Nightingales stall; I drove up to the big barn to clean Wills stall. Got there, and grabbed the wheel barrow and went over to his stall. Opened it and went it. Scratched him on the neck, and easily pushed him in the corner. Turned around and went back to the wheel barrow. Heard him jump, turned around. Watched as he whipped around, and watched as his back foot got closer and closer to my chest. Felt the kick to the chest. Couldn't breath. Couldn't move. Just stood...
I got home and I cried, and cried... then cried some more. My parents are still asking me if it hurts. So I keep telling them no. But, it hurts. It hurts really bad but I can't tell them that. We don't have the money to go see a doctor. I can't put anymore stress onto my mom. So, I act strong and tell her I'm fine, and not to worry about me.
It hurt me really bad when my dad didn't even ask if I was ok. It made my tears come ten times harder. He never asked me if I was ok, and now hes not even home.
Jess just asked me if I was ok. I think I told her the truth... that I was fine. But I don't really know if I am.
>.< This week sucks.
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I'm gonna have to have a talk with Sir William! I hope you feel better, even though it probably still hurts like hell as you are reading this. Cartoon band-aids always help.
oh my god. doctor* im sorry. that was bugging me.
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