Hey all. Lately, I have been romanticizing gaming a bit. I’ve had a couple of near-relapses. So I decided to make a goodbye letter for it.
Goodbye gaming. We had a great relationship at first, though never really innocent. You helped me in life. You helped me get a thick skin. You helped me with social skills. You helped me improve my English. You helped me avoid pain. There were a lot of positive things about you until there weren’t.
At first, you helped me with social skills, but then through abuse, they withered away. The avoidance of pain was good at first until this meant not saying goodbye to my great-grandpa. Not when you stopped me from going to his funeral or my nephew’s funeral a day later. It didn’t help me when I didn’t mourn them. It didn’t help me when our relationship caused my father to become even more abusive. It didn’t help me when the amount of gaming caused me to be held back on school. You caused me to break my mom’s trust, you caused me to become verbally and physically aggressive. You ruined my life.
Despite you causing a lot of things, I am the one to blame, since I was aggressive, I lied and manipulated. You were my best friend, but you manipulated me to do so many bad things.
You also are a very needy son of a bitch. I wasted €1200-1600 on you. All money I had went to you. I worked solely to afford some fancy accessories to stand out of the crowd.
I sometimes cry because I miss you, we had great times. That free fire match where we killed 90% of the players. The people I met because of you. Those happy times were real, but the consequences of those weren’t happy.
Whenever I’m around you everything goes to shit, therefore this is goodbye.