I wish that I was at the beach now. A clean, untouched beach, with the salty tang of the ocean in my nose and on my tongue, the wind in my hair. Alone, just me and the waves for my music, and the stars above.

Or a beach with sweet, sexy jazz music, a balmy breeze, and I'll be dancing on the warm, moist sand, with a cocktail in my hand. I'll have a flower in my hair and pure, happy laughter on my lips.

I'm so sad these few days, and I don't know why. And its worse when I keep laughing for no good reason in school. Sometimes I feel like searching for some secret button and pushing it, then I shall not laugh again till I press that button.

Am I the only one who misses the four of you so badly? Life is strange without the presence of you guys. The easy jibes, the mad laughter, the hysterics.

Can I just have one day filled with simple beauty? With no pain, none of these petty emotions.

Somehow, I feel as if JB might be the only one who can comfort me.