Matthew ran into a fence and split his face open. Okay, not completely open. But he has a V-shaped laceration just below his eye line on his blaze. Eleven stitches. Two hours of red eyed crying and angry growls. Oh. And Riley got something in his eye and is squinting terribly. I feel like I'm the worst owner ever. My poor babies. I wish I had failed eighth grade so I could still go ride every day because now I cannot and Riley and I have just STOPPED clicking. No more RileyandLili. No more "Gee, she rides very kick-ass." No. Just "Eh.". Just horse and rider. Just Lili and Riley. I want to be so much more. I can never live up to my own expectations, can I? ANd I think I'm stupid. The idiot who sits behind me in math gets better grades than I do. I suck. The end of another wonderful entry. Hey. Atleast I have a friend.