Flustered.

If i get this anxious when I subtly ask her out...I might actually die of a heart-attack if ever I do confess to her.

I should be past this phase already.

Easy.

that was...unique. If there was one word to describe that day it would be "nostalgic". Not that, I don't usually spend my time reminiscing, i do quite often actually, it's just there something different this time around. Might be the air, the people, or the painfully sweet brownie. I don't know exactly. The only thing I do know was that there was something that clicked inside me.

Time capsules aren't the most innovative things, but I'm really thinking of investing on one.