It seriously is.
I've come to a point where I can either laugh or cry. I sometimes choose to chuckle. Every once in a while, I won't do either.
Family dynamics, gender inequality, racial backround.....it all makes for a laughable existence.
I won't get into detail about what's going on through my mind, but as I sit and assess my surroundings, think about my situation, and allow my mind to run wild, I seem to come to quite a few interesting conclusions. Most of which would make many people angry and many hurt. I, don't feel neither. I, feel nothing. I laugh, shake my head in content, and keep it pushing. If I didn't, I couldn't move on.
This is my life, and I'm living it.
Que sera, sera.