Aella
Okay, I finally understand what people mean when they say their stomachs get twisted in knots.
The entire day felt like some weird version of emotional roulette. I dressed up, even watched a stupid makeup tutorial on how to get that ‘natural, but like, also hot’ look.
I went through my closet three times, wanting to wear something nice but not too desperate-to-impress kind of nice.
I was so nervous the whole day. Like, the kind of jittery that has you overthinking everything. I tried doing my laundry, but even the noise of the washing machine seemed to mock me, drowning out the tick of the clock that was going way too slow.
Hell, I even scrubbed the kitchen counters like they had offended me or something.
Also, I stared at my phone a bunch of times, hoping he’d text. You kno
