985 career goals:
0 goals in World Cup knockouts.
0 goals in World Cup semi-finals.
0 goals in World Cup finals.
0 goals in Euros final....
Thatโs 985 useless goals in my book.
The morning after you take your life, your mom will call your name before she even opens your door, not knowing this time you wonโt answer. Your little sister will knock once, then again, then open it because you were supposed to take her to school. And when they find you, the screaming wonโt sound like the movies. Itโll be ugly. Unbelievable. Your dad will fall to the floor. Your brother will punch the wall and then apologize to it, because it didnโt deserve that, but neither did you. Your best friend will get a call mid shift. Sheโll go silent and throw her phone. Sheโll beg the manager to let her leave without explaining why. The paramedics will do everything they can, even though they already know. The police will show up next and your body becomes a case. Theyโll bag your things, ask questions, write reports. And your mom will sit in the hallway, sobbing into her knees while strangers walk in and out of what used to be your room. Someone will clean it eventually. The carpet, the walls, your pillow will still smell like you. And itโll break her. Your phone will keep going off notifications from people who donโt know youโre gone yet. Your ex will call you because they had a dream about you and wanted to say hi. Your coach will email. Your dentist will text a reminder for a cleaning youโll never show up to. Life wonโt stop. And thatโs what makes it cruel. The sun will still shine. The bus will drive by. Your friends will sit in third period with one desk painfully empty. Someone will scroll back through your text trying to figure out what they missed, what they could have done. And theyโll hate themselves for a long, long time. People will whisper, guess, judge, lie. Try to make sense of something they never really will. And the people who loved you? They will never be the same. Theyโll smile again. Theyโll laugh eventually. But there will always be a crack in the sound. A pause before the holidays. A hole in every group photo.
If you are having and issue with your partner or any such of issue and she comes out to the internet ๐ (social media) and say youโre a 2 minutes man ๐งโโ๏ธ. Obviously ๐ you just married a whore ๐ฏ.