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I didn’t know I was falling until I’d already hit the bottom.

Counter-Strike 2 started like any game. A match here and there. A few ranked games with friends. Some nostalgia. Some fun. But then came the skins. The shimmering, digital lottery tickets. I told myself, just one case. Just to see what I’d get.

I blinked and suddenly I was hundreds—no, thousands—of dollars deep.

I chased red skins like they meant something. I spun the digital roulette over and over, watching gold pass me by like a cruel joke. StatTrak numbers felt like validation. And when I finally landed a knife? I felt nothing. Just a momentary high, followed by the gnawing shame of checking my bank account and wondering what I could’ve done with that rent money.

I lied to myself constantly. This is the last one. I’ll sell this and break even. I traded dignity for pixels. I knew what I was doing—and I still clicked "open case."

But the worst part? I kept playing.

Even after the debt. Even after the friendships faded. Even after the joy became anxiety. CS2 had me. Not just with the gameplay, the endless ranked grind, the false hope of global elite. But with the cruel, glittering promise of luck. The skins became my obsession. My justification. My downfall.

Counter-Strike 2 didn’t ruin my life.
I handed it over willingly.

And I’ll probably log in again tonight. Just one more match. Maybe one more case.

Just one more.