But still, how weird is it that I can remember certain things from that time? I was just a baby.
Laughter is the best medicine, right? But I can't laugh about it. If I could, then I wouldn't be twenty years old and still having nightmares. I keep thinking one day we'll find Earth and everything will be fine, and then maybe one day we'll all laugh about how silly we were worrying about things like food rations and callsigns that people didn't like, or maybe things like mouth-frakking and all the scuttlebutt that went around.
I hope so. I just want to laugh again. Lately, the only time I do is with Joseph, and I shouldn't. I need to start depending on myself for happiness, at least that's what my psychiatrist says. Maybe it will get better.
It's not that bad right now, don't get me wrong, but I want it to get better. I want to be able to laugh the way that Daddy says he used to before the attack.
Muse: Hera Agathon
Fandom: "Battlestar Galactica" OC
Word Count: 247
OOC Note: Helo referred to is callsign_helo.