The days blur together. Sleep at sunrise, wake at sunset. The outside world fades, replaced by chat logs and endless lobbies. Conversations feel scripted. Faces blur. Every match is different, yet nothing ever changes.
You tell yourself it's just a game, just passing time.
But time keeps slipping, and you're still here-trapped in the loop, chasing a feeling you can't name, watching life happen from behind a screen.
At some point, you stopped caring. Now, you wonder if you ever will again.