Is it weird I still call you? I feel like you're the only one that could ever understand me.
Sometimes it drives me insane while I walk through school, -unnoticed- as I hear people talking about going to a friend's house.
The last person's house I visited was none other than yours.
It's yours. The new family that lives there will never know about all the last night crashes at your place, the way it felt like the house seemed to breathe when you laughed, the way it spun when I helped clean your room the day before your mother moved out.
She said she couldn't stand the memories, but after you left, I would just lay there, staring at the glow in the dark stars we put on the ceiling when we were nine. I never cried. Not once.
I couldn't. You wouldn't have allowed me to. You would've wrapped me in a hug and shouted "CRYING. BANNED." in my ear as loud as you could, wouldn't you?
I feel so insane, laughing. Laughing is such a weird thing. Laughing is-or should be- a sign of joy, and it indicates you think something is funny.
But it's not funny. Not at all. And yet I still laugh! It's either to show joy, or to hide pain.
Is there really a difference?