Just in case you don’t know, Brawl Stars is a popular, fast-paced, 3 vs 3 arena mobile game that I play…
And I hate it. I hate Brawl Stars. I hate Brawl Stars. I ABSOLUTELY HATE BRAWLSTARS WITH A MALEVOLENT PASSION.

It makes me want to throw my iPad out the window.
And after that– run downstairs, chasing it with various objects to smash it further into the ground. Jump on it, kick it, throw it to the sun. I’d jump on it until it is reduced to bits of silicon and plastic, and do a Fortnite emote on my iPad’s grave. If I could, I’d gather all those pieces with a broomstick and light it on fire to finish it off while screaming at the top of my lungs.

My life would have been better off if it never existed. Oh, the countless hours I’ve spent on that game instead of doing homework. Instead of improving myself. The time I WASTED that could’ve been used to learn something. Brawl Stars has ruined my life in so many ways I cannot even imagine.

What would my life be like if I worked towards my goals instead of finishing one more match? What if I spent those hours learning how to make music instead of trying to get 20 or 30 virtual trophies? How much better could I have felt emotionally if I dropped my iPad and did anything else productive?

Like I said, I don’t know- I cannot imagine exactly how it could’ve been. But I do know for sure that my life would have been better. I would’ve learned something actually practical that I don’t know as of right now because I had spent my time wisely. But that isn’t the case.

Who knows, maybe I would’ve learned that I can fly. Well, not exactly- but I could’ve learned something that changed my life. I could’ve done something that changed the world. Yes, it is unlikely, but it is almost impossible by playing video games.

It was an opportunity that I threw all away, all because I downloaded some game onto my iPad without my permission. Damn that game. No matter how many times I uninstall it, the little icon keeps finding its way back onto my home screen.

All Brawl Stars did for me was make me a worse person. I became angrier, more hateful. You should have seen me when I went on a losing streak. Unhealthy amounts of cursing. I will never forgive Supercell or myself.

I am always complaining that I never have enough time (as I explain in this post), and that there are so many other things to do. It is true, I have many other things to do– and yet, I am playing this damn game. What the heck am I doing?? Yes, it is my fault for being an addict, you could say. But honestly I’d rather blame them than myself.

That company Supercell has a lot of power. I don’t like how they have the capability of controlling me. They need to be nerfed. All my friends play it, and then I too am compelled to try it. It’s an inevitable chain reaction: someone plays it and tells their friend, who tells their other friends who tell their friends and then boom. I’m hooked into playing the game, wasting my time away.

And once you play it is hard to quit.

How many times have I told myself that I’ll only play for five minutes? How many times have I deleted then reinstalled the game? How many times did I find myself more stressed than before by playing the game? Kind of sounds like a drug doesn’t it..? I wish I never touched that game. It’s pay to win, too. I hate Brawl Stars so much.