Sorrow

I laugh only because the whole thing—all of this—has become so ridiculous. It isn't funny, really—actually it's not funny at all. But sometimes the only thing left to do is laugh. When you've cried yourself dry, when you've analyzed and confessed and evaluated, when sorrow is finally replaced by exhaustion, that's when you laugh.

Even though absolutely nothing is funny.

Most people know something about this; I've come to know something about this.