Ficlets

I hear this song on the radio. As I am driving my car.”Missing your laugh how did it break? When did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope your as happy as your pretending”
Amazed, at how perfectly this song fits my thoughts. It’s like this person knew how I felt and wrote a song about it.
It must be the mood I am in, because this song usualy wavers no effect on me at all.

But right now all I can think about is my friend, Charlotte. Ever since she moved to Texas, I have been in these nostalgic-melodramatic-depressed moods.
I miss going to her house and hanging out, I miss her sillyness and her refreshingly origional outlook on life.

I miss all the good times that were had at her place, with my other friends, who would go there too. We would all be there and just escape life. We would probably drink some beer or play some games. Then we would be ok for a little while. The world could wait, it was just a day away. That was our time to have fun and enjoy life.