I am 22 years old. I have spent the last 4 years of my life with a crippling, asphyxiating sensation of existential futility and mental anguish. I feel hollow, consumed by an insidiously pernicious apathy. I have forged decade-long, intimate friendships, so comprehensive and exhaustive in connection and experiences that only few could hope to develop such a relationship of their own - only to have them torn away by suicide, drugs, etc. I have had my repeated, ambitious attempts to market and progress my precocious and prodigal skills hindered, discouraged, and outright shut down by every authoritative and parental figure in my life at every avenue. I have had my financial state crippled before it should even have began. I was taught not to pursue my goals. I only ever owned one bike; it was my singular mode of transportation to exercise what little motivation I had to maintain a social life and it was stolen by knife-point. I have lost a half a dozen family members in the span of 5 years. The hobby to which I devoted the majority of my passion has devolved into a subculture of proliferated insecurity and echo-chambering, wherein 99% of its population are socially bankrupt plebeians who scoff at any attempt to eloquently communicate or challenge one another's thoughts or abilities, and would rather sit in their DX Racer-branded chair being fed a slew of simple, easy-to-consume, oversaturated audiovisual drivel marketed to them so as to convince them it's what they desire. This subculture's influence is so ubiquitous that it is unavoidable. Not a soul seems to remain inviolate of its degenerative plague. This became anecdotally evident for me when people I'd invested years of my time and energy relating to began to resent me simply for being candid and realistic. It has birthed a generation of people who deride a genuine criticism and claim it to be cynicism. A generation of people who would willingly spare themselves reality in favour of a pleasant ignorance. I am underweight. I can rarely afford full meals every day. My only remaining family member, my mother, is in a steady cognitive atrophy. I am living with and supporting the only person I could even remotely count on to provide me some kind of guidance or sense of safety in life; and she retains neither of those qualities. I am watching a once vibrant, intelligent, human being decrepify before me, every day. Much like watching a Steam user. Dead by Daylight is garbage. 0/10 would play again.