back then my number is your second lifeline, now we don’t even hit each other up cause life just dragged us different ways. guess that’s life tho, cruel as hell sometimes, we once thought we’d ride it out together, but it all just faded out.
playin like this, how the fuck are we meant to win? can’t string a pass, can’t even keep the bloody ball, tactics are all over the shop. don’t deserve a thing playin like that. absolute shite. the only decent thing tonight’s the three points, everything else was rubbish. Arsenal
dang it, the jobs on kitalulus app all look like they’re working people to death, over 8 hours a day, just one day off a week, and so many of them don’t even pay minimum wage.
we care way too much about people’s personal lives, and it keeps getting used as a distraction from the real social and political issues in this country. and clearly, it still works since even trivial stuff like this can stir up so much noise.
bro, i swear i’m goin through some kinda identity crisis, shits got me fucked up. i feel lost, embarrassed, like i don’t stand for anything. deadass, what the fuck is wrong with me?