I’m one lucky girl 😘
I posted that quote from possibly my favourite movie a while ago now…
I said that’s what my life would be like if I ever gave up football…
When I did give it up I didn’t think about it for many months, but it seems to have crept up on me. I watch women’s football and just miss the game. Because I was good. Because when I play football with the kids at youth club I love it. Because I can still make an EXCELLENT lofted pass.
Once you’re into a sport, that’s it. Only sports people will understand that, really… Kelly Holmes for example. She became depressed and self-harmed when she couldn’t hit that track.
It’s the competition… That determination to run down your opponent and beat them to the ball. It’s that safe anger. That explosion. Shit. The winning. And losing. Just fucking playing!
Maybe it’s time I go back to it. Maybe it’ll make me a better person.
- Girlfriend's five-year-old sister: Why has Chloé bought Megan flowers?
- Girlfriend's step-dad: Because she loves her.
- Sister: What? A lot?
- Step-dad: Yeah!
- Sister: Oh
- Girlfriend's mom: *swallows down vomit and tries to act like she isn't dying inside*
- Fuck you, bitch, I buy my girl flowers whenever I like. Your five-year-old daughter don't give no fucks so why should you!?
That sound. It goes through my head when I’m upset a lot…
I feel so down and lost. Things got so much worse. They were meant to get better…