So, I didn’t get in.
My dream school. My alma mater.
I guess it could’ve been a different story if I hadn’t planned out my life. If I hadn’t hoped. But I did.
It’s just….I really thought I’d make it.
I guess I still don’t know how to react.
It’s like coming home and finding out the locks have been changed.
So you try to break in.
Will I still try to break in, though? Maybe a knock would welcome me back.
Or maybe not.
Maybe there are other homes that would welcome me.
Then again, maybe not.
….Please, somebody, welcome me.