Hour One
He said 12nn, so we can begin with lunch.
Yet here I am - exactly as the clock struck noon, with my clothes messily spread out on the bed.
Its been a few days since that very day I made that stupid decision.
Why did you say yes? The panicky, overthinking side of myself kept on asking. Its been the hundreth time since this morning.
Because you said you're gonna try new things, you dumbass! The trying-to-be-brave, pissed off side replied.
I expelled a breath. I, without much mind, laid my back on my bed, crumpling my clothes in the process. This pressure of going out with a person - nevermind that he is a good-looking person - is mindnumbingly daunting.
Maybe I shouldn't go? Maybe.. maybe it's better to stay scared.
