Story of my life

 You're playing a grand-strategy game loosely based on the renaissance, enlightenment early modern periods and you're having great fun playing the time's equivalent of a superpower. It was absolutely dominating its area when you were playing another nation, even conquering territories that interested you for RP regions - You want to do that, and maybe go beyond what the AI wasn't capable of doing.

 You start playing it and everything works swell, though you've got two dangerous neighbours, strongest nations in the game, they've recently broken their alliance in favour of rivalling one another and possibly declaring war later down the road.

 At some point opportunity strikes when one of those superpowers gets into a war with other nations that are friendly to you. Not having the patience to get called into the war by the belligerent allies, you declare war yourself on the superpower. You go wrong a lot, but it's okay because you can always close the window and try moving your armies in different directions in hopes of better results. You slowly but surely make your way through the war with the strongest and most notoriously broken power of the game until you don't any longer.

 The enemy gets into your territory, even some random revolt event happens as they do*, and the AI of your friends strays too far from each other's battalions and get picked off one at a time until it's time for your troops to get destroyed the same way.

 You surrender, giving some provinces of yours in the process. You conclude that you've invested multiple hours of the day into another failed campaign, and then reality kicks in - You're playing this game to escape life. To escape the reality of your mentally unhealthy family. To escape the reality your failing grades. To escape the reality that you're having a big assignment to finish for Monday and haven't even touched it. To escape the reality of the fact that you've been promising an acquaintance of yours to watch anime and talking with him about it for two weeks now. To escape the reality that you have no friends. To escape the reality that you're daydreaming about stories most of the time you're not on the internet but are unable to write them when you get home.

 tl;dr - I lost a war against the Ottomans in EUIV and am contemplating my current situation like the whiner that I am.

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 * - They poetically got butchered by the Ottomans, though, so there's that. Never thought I'd feel so much schadenfreude for some random virtual AI.