Diogo's death is affecting me a lot.

Hi everyone, I just need to let something out. I'm not a huge football fan, but I’ve always had a soft spot for English football.

Ever since I woke up that morning and read the news about Jota, I’ve been overwhelmed by this deep sadness. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it about the kind of person he was, and how tragically he passed. Every time I see a photo of him, or of his wife and kids, I feel this lump in my throat. I haven’t cried yet, but I know it’s coming.

I’m going through a really rough time in my life right now, and this has just added another heavy layer on top. It reminds me of how fragile everything is, how quickly someone can be gone, and how sometimes there’s just no sense or justice in it. It’s hard to grasp how someone so full of life and joy could just disappear like that.

It feels like Jota was a lifelong friend, or someone I could’ve spent good times with. Maybe it’s because I lost my best friend a year ago he was young too. His death left a wound that never fully healed, and now what happened to Jota just tore it open again. Like a cruel reminder of how unfair life can be.

I don’t really know what to do with everything I’m feeling this emptiness, the helplessness, the apathy. I just hope someone out there feels the same. Thanks for reading. I just needed to let it out, even just a little.

Rest in peace Diogo, I will always remember you.