Anton DiSclafani, The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls
I hate those days where being in love feels like the worse thing that is happening to you. Where you’re taken to heights you never knew existed only to be dropped like a ton at the first opportunity. I hate those days where you physically walk around with pains in your chest and tears involuntarily slide down your cheeks. I hate those days where my questions and doubts resurface. I hate those days where I know there are other people who’d follow me anywhere even when they haven’t promised to. I hate those days which make me stock if what I have or rather what I don’t.
But most of all I hate those days where slowly my fears were being laid to rest, but with a single comment or lack thereof they become more valid than before.