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.
Never Let Me Down Again
Never Let Me Down Again
Never Let Me Down Again
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.