Shot myself in the foot. Gave up on romance. But it’s now that I need someone to cuddle, someone to lie to me that everything will be okay

I used to find comfort in football. This may surprise you but once upon a time I used to laugh and cheer, I used to celebrate wins

They didn’t just fumble the win. They thought a draw wasn’t enough so they went and lost. You should hear the giggle as I’m typing all of this, it’s a derogatory one

Bro

1974. Nineteen seventy four bro. They’re not ashamed enough

17:40 yesterday. I had a huge grin on my face, my lips were touching my ear lobes on both sides. I’ve never had life come at me at this speed

Maybe I’ll take my friend up on her offer to sky dive out this plane and just see what happens

I’ve had a headache literally the whole day, since I woke up to now

Maybe I misjudged the stocks. Maybe Chrissa was right all this time. Are Congolese men stocks really up? Is the sky even blue? How do we know it’s not brown?

The way Wissa was through on goal and slipped keeps replaying in my sleep. I’m genuinely haunted

📉📉📉📉📉

Brighter days soon anyway. We’re winning AFCON in 2029 and World Cup by 2050. #AllezLesLeopards 🇨🇩🐆

Bro

I can’t take this

This one football game done took me out the fruit diet I was supposed to be doing. I need heavy foods and quite potentially some heroin

Even that one thread I have of stupid opinions I have derailed from currently but I’ve still seen tweets and don’t worry, I’ll be back to update that thread when I’m healed