My chest feels tight, my stomach is churning, every fibre of my being wants to run away. Instead, I’m about to walk up to a man I’ve never met and ask him if I can borrow £100. Read More
My chest feels tight, my stomach is churning, every fibre of my being wants to run away. Instead, I’m about to walk up to a man I’ve never met and ask him if I can borrow £100. Read More