Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.
Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.
To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.
Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
That last one is among my darkest fears, for those who really want to know. And so it goes.
Meanwhile, how long as it been since you read Slaughterhouse-Five? What are you waiting for?