Room 217, Tuesday Evening
So, today's class had been pretty hard for Savannah and her issues.
Usually, she thought she was pretty good at hiding how certain things in her life upset her or hurt her, but today some of those nerves had been scraped at and she hated it.
That would be why she was laying on her bed, curled up with Destiny. She was trying not to think about any of the bad things -- past, present, or future. She was also staring at the envelope on her nightstand, realizing there were still several people that she needed to tell about it.
However, she had been hearing what kind of weekend people had had while she was off in New York with Johnny -- having a good time and not dealing with any kind of alternate reality bullshit. That made her feel guilty. It made her not want to intrude on people that she loved with something that made her so completely happy.
Yeah, Savannah had issues.
[[OOC: Open to visits or phone calls. Just will be SP as I am so falling over.]]
Usually, she thought she was pretty good at hiding how certain things in her life upset her or hurt her, but today some of those nerves had been scraped at and she hated it.
That would be why she was laying on her bed, curled up with Destiny. She was trying not to think about any of the bad things -- past, present, or future. She was also staring at the envelope on her nightstand, realizing there were still several people that she needed to tell about it.
However, she had been hearing what kind of weekend people had had while she was off in New York with Johnny -- having a good time and not dealing with any kind of alternate reality bullshit. That made her feel guilty. It made her not want to intrude on people that she loved with something that made her so completely happy.
Yeah, Savannah had issues.
[[OOC: Open to visits or phone calls. Just will be SP as I am so falling over.]]