Day 30: Bone

Sometimes, I hate myself for caring about you. I hate how I can let you jerk me around even when I’m three thousand miles away. I hate how I let myself feel guilty about things around you. I hate how you make me feel dumb with your backhanded compliments.

We’re done.

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About spsukaton

Indonesian-American Bruin, fourth-generation Adventist, history student, saxophonist, singer, writer/editor. Born in Pittsburgh, raised in smoggy Southern California, looking for a way to live and leaving scribbles in my wake. In the beginning was the Word, and I'm kind of obsessed with it.
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