The laugh lines arn’t even close to being laugh lines. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt. I miss the “old” me. I feel incomplete without the people whom I have thrown out of my life. Sometimes I think I’m wrong for the things I’ve done. And it never gets any easier.

I want to laugh. I miss it. But, instead of laughing with friends, I find myself wrapped up in the arguments. I don’t know how they come to be, but they’re never good.

I want to leave all this drama and have a good time, a good laugh, hell.. even a good cry.