Still In Sunnydale
I guess everyone's back. Except for Gunn, but we know why that is, now don't we? I'm afraid I'm not dealing very well. Being at Buffy's house with everyone at once is a little like going to the zoo when the animals aren't caged. So, chaotic and you're fully expecting people to start biting soon. I've been taking to going for walks. I walked past the old house. What I used to have. Which got me thinking of the stash Anya and I have waiting in England. And Anya, who while isn't my new best friend or anything, is at least away from the rest of everyone, and can hold an intelligent conversation. Not revolving around things I don't want to talk about. I've stopped in once or twice to say hi and such. She rambles about the shop a lot, but at the moment it's better than sitting at Buffy's thinking about Gunn. I can't deal with Angel. I know it wasn't him but...I can't deal with him. I slapped him. I really shouldn't have done that. But I did. I've been doing the silent thing when around him. I simply don't know what to say. It's irrational of me, but...he killed Gunn. Or part of him did. Guess that's gonna take me a while to come to terms with. I haven't had a vision. I'm not sure if that's comforting or not.