Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Turns out I'm alive. And I've been writing this story for a very long time, but never got a chance to post it. This started out as a way to get all of my Annie/Jeff mini-ideas out of my head (an alphabet prompt based story somewhat inspired by Ingrid Michaelson's 'Sort Of'). It has since become a story I've absolutely fallen in love with. Enjoy!

Sometimes, Jeff tries to forget what he was like before all of this. Because it inevitably leads to all consuming self scrutiny and loathing.

He can't imagine going back to that now but if he doesn't, what has this all been for?

He practices his lawyer faces in the mirror every morning just to make sure he still has it. He looks like a douche.

This isn't what he wanted - he wasn't looking for friends or family or self discovery and somehow, he's managed to find that and more.

He hates Shirley and her sincerity and her reason because damn it, she made so much damn sense it hurt to think about. She's right, that people do change and he hates it.