MCA #9 | Thursday Evening
May. 13th, 2021 10:13 amSo, Annie had almost made headway with feeling like she was normal again. She'd done a little crying on a friend a few weeks ago, and she'd at least addressed that things were bad and told Diego as much, even if she hadn't been able to bring herself to get all that specific. And while she was sort of settling into a routine, and had even managed to invite a bunch of people to Believe this weekend, she had been acting sort of...weird.
And she knew she was acting weird, because Annie felt weird. She was still having trouble feeling totally comfortable in her own skin, like she was still the same person she'd always been.
Not just with the...awful stuff. The Starlight stuff was almost as bad, in terms of making her just, like, endlessly question who she was and what she even wanted anymore. It didn't help to have your identity thrown into question right when you were already feeling confused.
Which, you know, was a little heavy for a sangria night, but Annie had mixed up a pitcher anyway. She could always just pour like, another cup of red wine in there if she felt like she needed it. And, honestly, as weird as she was sure she had come across when she'd suggested this to Summer, she wouldn't be surprised at all if Summer ended up bringing something harder.
( There was no such thing as too heavy for sangria night )
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somethingwithturquoise, and while it is cool to say that the girls had a sangria night, contents of conversation are NFB. warning for discussion of sexual assault and OOC welcome!]
And she knew she was acting weird, because Annie felt weird. She was still having trouble feeling totally comfortable in her own skin, like she was still the same person she'd always been.
Not just with the...awful stuff. The Starlight stuff was almost as bad, in terms of making her just, like, endlessly question who she was and what she even wanted anymore. It didn't help to have your identity thrown into question right when you were already feeling confused.
Which, you know, was a little heavy for a sangria night, but Annie had mixed up a pitcher anyway. She could always just pour like, another cup of red wine in there if she felt like she needed it. And, honestly, as weird as she was sure she had come across when she'd suggested this to Summer, she wouldn't be surprised at all if Summer ended up bringing something harder.
( There was no such thing as too heavy for sangria night )
[preplayed with the ever-fabulous
somethingwithturquoise, and while it is cool to say that the girls had a sangria night, contents of conversation are NFB. warning for discussion of sexual assault and OOC welcome!]
