Anxious is the word to describe my feeling whenever i end school.
45mins to 1 hr journey home is full of up and down.
The feeling of thrill flows through my body from head to toe whenever i insert the key into the mailbox.
Hoping to see that piece of paper with a sailed-through-chop.
However, i always walk away with disappointment.









p.s. how long more can i hang on to this?