You only feel so unique because your kind sees nothing but their misery, spending every free second masturbating to it. You are as blind as you are invisible, you simply are sinking on caravans of disturbing thoughts that brings you deeper and deeper into the swamp. It’s like loser jail here. Y’all are plenty but you all exist in solitary confinements.
There is one little window in your cell, connecting you to the outer world. The world you can only watch but never take part in.