Laugh

My laugh is different. It has changed. My laugh was never great but now it’s awful. It’s very loud and obnoxious. It’s a cross between a Saint Bernard sneezing and the sound your car makes when you turn the ignition key with the engine already running. I’m afraid my laugh is only going to get worse too. That’s okay. I’m so bitter and disgusted; I have no reason to laugh anymore. If I wasn’t so hate-filled, the deterioration of my laugh would be funny but as it is, it’s just sardonic. Serves me right for laughing all those years when I should been ridiculing and scolding.