Just like what I said in the last post, I'm heading back to my home. I feels kinda nervous about that. My father is the reason why I'm so nervous. It's not like I hate him or what. It's just... we often argue about my live. Sometimes I wanna yell at him and tell him that this's my live, not his. But I just can't do that.
Anyway, now I'm currently sitting on a cold bench (?) in the waiting room. And when I say cold, I REALLY MEAN IT!
I just don't get it! Why do they have to make 'em from a steel! Can't they just make 'em from woods? And just to make it worse, the weather is kinda cold tonight. And thanks to my Levi's (that kinda tight), the bench feel even worse!
God! I hope the plane would be here soon!
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