Tonight I dragged Ryan out with some of my friends for karaoke and Korean food while my mom babysat. I didn’t want to go but didn’t want to be a bad friend.

I wanted to stay in and cry.

And you know what: I laughed. Laughed and meant it. Not the entire night. I teared up during a friend’s (bad) rendition of “my heart will go on.” But I laughed at parts of the night. And meant it.

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