A bit of angst. Less on the humorous side.
"Katsuki, life is like a box of chocolates."
"Not this angsty shit again…"
"It starts out delightful and fresh, but as you fill yourself with another chocolate for another year, you realize you feel worse and worse. Even though the next chocolate can't possibly taste worse than the last, it somehow does every time. It's sickening, and you've begun to hate the taste of chocolate, but you keep eating it. Suddenly, you've eaten your way to emptiness, and you did it all to yourself. You're left with nothing but an empty shell of disappointment and unfulfilled hopes—trash. But when you try to throw it away, the world wants you to keep existing as trash."
"Shoto, I think you should see a therapist."