Posting this here because my counselor called off our meeting

Pain and suffering on a thursday evening.

The word “anger” or any other synonym doesn’t even sum up to what i feel during playing CS2. The loathing i feel towards this atrocious game would be enough to power the entire world to 3 generations and not a single family would suffer to any early morning warm showers bill payments.

I am half concious from screaming my lungs out preventing the sufficient amount of oxygen to reach my brain to provide stability to my entire body. Playing even on the lowest rank had me paired up with a team of mouth breathing drooling troglodytes that I can almost hear the brain neurons travelling smoothly from the lack of geometrical structure of their brain.

While I was paired up with straight up cavemen, I was fighting against a literal Navy seal team who pinned my entire army of toddlers for a straight 4 rounds. I did not feel a single sense of enjoyment or whatsoever and this might be the worst time of my life.

To whoever this post may reach and concern, this is your warning to not go further within the game and save your sanity someplace else.