a survival guide : laughter

Everything I write today, I erase. Here is yet another attempt:

When I talked to her, she told me to come back. I said don't tempt me. I miss feeling like I belong. I miss being surrounded by people I love.

I said : Is that normal? To feel like you don't belong?
She said : There's no such thing as normal. But you're not normal, and you don't belong somewhere that makes you question if you are. Or what you do is.
I said : I know.
She said : I miss your laugh.

So I laughed. And I meant it. I laughed; she laughed; we laughed.

I laugh here too. And sometimes it's genuine. And sometimes it's for survival.