I’m walking hurriedly down the road in a crop top and waist-high jeans, pearlescent lips, in the direction of my best friend’s house. She lives up the road. I’m upset, and I don’t know why; while I want to punch something or somebody, pretty hard too, I also want to cry.
Writing by Sarah J Coleman aka Inkymole, illustrator and lettering artist.
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