ＥＳＲ
THE DEATH IS THE BEGINNING 🌷
- Joined
- Jun 4, 2026
- Posts
- 912
- Reputation
- 771
People who have never played football (soccer for shitty America) will never understand this feeling.
When I was playing football and dreaming of becoming a professional footballer before I quit because of my mental health, my life was genuinely great. I was always happy and didn’t care that much about my looks. I was respected because of my talent, especially because football is huge in our country (not Brazil, obviously).
Imagine being the youngest player on the team and having everyone tell you that you’re the best and that you’re going to make it one day. That feeling was fucking amazing.
And then, suddenly, I quit.
Now my life feels so fucking boring and ruined. I spend all day rotting on this shitty forum, obsessing over things I never used to care about.
Sometimes I just miss the person I was before I quit.
Fuck this
life.
When I was playing football and dreaming of becoming a professional footballer before I quit because of my mental health, my life was genuinely great. I was always happy and didn’t care that much about my looks. I was respected because of my talent, especially because football is huge in our country (not Brazil, obviously).
Imagine being the youngest player on the team and having everyone tell you that you’re the best and that you’re going to make it one day. That feeling was fucking amazing.
And then, suddenly, I quit.
Now my life feels so fucking boring and ruined. I spend all day rotting on this shitty forum, obsessing over things I never used to care about.
Sometimes I just miss the person I was before I quit.
Fuck this
