You greet me with an insult and that’s how I know we’re friends. Then I’ll say a comeback and we both laugh. But I begin to wonder if you’re truly joking. They say there is always a little bit of truth when someone says “just kidding” so I can’t help but wonder what you think of me; what everyone thinks of me. I’ll act like I don’t care and maybe I don’t but I can’t help my curiosity. I just miss how things used to be, and how people used to be, and how good everything was. Now everything is different; I swear its not the same or maybe I, myself have changed and it is me, missing myself- the way I used to be.