A/N: I guess it was just insperation day for me today! This is the second peice that just kinda... came out. I didn't even have to do anything, it wrote iteself! Enjoy!

It's funny, you know? I've lived my life for so many years in worship of a god I knew nothing of. A god who took you from me, you the beautiful ice-boy I loved so much. Even though your obsession with him took you from me, I can't find myself hating him.

Isn't that funny? I think so.

It's funny how, even though you've been gone a good year and a half I still expect you to come through the door, and make yourself comfortable so I can sit on your lap and you can tell me about how perfect the world will be one day.

Isn't that just so hi-freaking-larious you just want to laugh till you cry till your tears run out and yet you keep on crying till your vision dries up too? I think so.

It's funny how you never loved me, even a little bit, and even still I couldn't help but giving you my heart over and over again, and it's funny how you could accept it without changing your expression every time. It's funny how I fell in love with a God and found you instead, and it's just so, so funny that I watched the two of you split apart and learn to hate me and use me and break me.

Do you want to know the funniest thing is about all of this?

I just find it so god-damned funny that I let you, that I wanted you to. It's just so funny that I watched you break me and picked up my pieces and put them back in your hands and smiled and asked you to play with me again please. It's oh so very humorous that I would say, no, I don't mind if you crush me or burn me or rip me to pieces, and yes, love I'll always pick myself up again and glue myself back together with my love for you so that you can do it all over again.

So very amusing. In fact, the humor of it all just makes me want to laugh till my throat grows so raw that it bleeds. I want to giggle over these things until I lose all my breath and turn a lovely shade of blue. I want to cackle until I'm on the ground, gripping my sides so hard that my nails rip through my clothes and my skin until they reach my soul. I want to titter in the delicate girly way I've been trained to do until I'm shacking back and forth so hard that I permanently damage my brain so I don't have to remember you anymore.

Isn't that funny?

A/N: Well? Did ya like it? I just love writing Misa... Tell me your thoughts in a review!