At times like these...

...all you can do is laugh. We've said it for years, J and I, and it always makes us laugh (however bitterly) through our tears.

There's something funny about everything. The darkest, most hopeless times; the times when I wasn't sure I wanted to stick around for MORE times...there was still always something funny, if one was able to laugh at one's own pain.

The jokes here are easy. I find them everywhere, little blood-red flowers of mirth dotting the ruins I feel like. It isn't that they're brave, or defiant. They don't stand against the chaos. They're just there, unapologetically, but with a sympathetic little smile.

As if to say, "Times like these..."

It isn't good. It's as bad as "who is John Galt?", but it gets you through the very roughest parts. I'll figure out what I should focus on soon. When I can face what's left of my dreams I'll sort through them and see what I can salvage.

All you can do is laugh, right?