From Writhe’s journal:
I think one problem with this new outlook I have on life [my new face] is that I need to learn to control it better.
I’m not about to start lying to people (I did a hefty portion of my lying when I was growing up), but I need to have what they refer to as “game face.” That’s something I never learned. I know what it is and I can do it sometimes, but only if I mentally prepare myself for it and I know exactly what the results need to be. This situation on the other hand, threw me off. I wasn’t ready for it. I hadn’t prepared. My mind was elsewhere! …and all these other excuses for why it didn’t go so well.
There it is. The cat is out of the bag. I told her, whether it was with words or just facial expressions. Now she knows and I can stop worrying about it. I can go on with my life. I can head out to Europe and have the experience of a lifetime. I can go to festivals and concerts to hear acts I would never get to hear in the States. I can see things I’ve never seen and go to places I’ve never been. I can meet people and attempt to speak other languages.
I can see Anke again.
I can enjoy myself.
Or can I?