captain’s log: 17/6/2017

i am wounded inside out the moment you turned your back to bite the hand that feeds you. maybe this is what mother feels like everytime i turn out to be the synonym of disappointment, the antonym of gratitude, defining her worry lines, her downturned lips, her furrowed brows.

i’m sorry i haven’t changed my ways as a useless child.

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