A Day for guilt

First we went bitching about a friend who recently got married with another friend. Didn’t feel so great.

Then we went for our country’s version of a Bath House. The masseur made me feel disgusted about myself. I vowed never to repeat that experience.

Then I lied to Mom about my coming back home and where I was. 

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