Ryder and I laughed until the pain became too much. We were a mess. We were broken and fucked up. So we laughed. We laughed because it was the only way to hide the scars. We laughed because we weren’t okay, and we probably never would be. We laughed because we were two tortured souls who just happened to find each other. We laughed because we longed to be happy again. And the laughter actually kind of helped.
