The End of Luck
Since I was a child, I've considered myself to be lucky.
I don't know where it came from.
Maybe it was the games that I won, or maybe the way I roll dice.
Along with this, there was the legend, of those who were much more luckier, when around me, at the same time making me unlucky.
But I've been playing and saying that I have a basic bonus to all that is based on random chance.
Now, in the face of the recent events I can't say this anymore.
Since the year began, I've lost nearly all games I played, lost most opportunities to play the games that I wanted, had two orders stuck in customs, with a highly abusive tax over them (these were all of the games I ordered for me, those I got for others did not stop at customs), and of course, my car was stolen.
Only two weeks into the year, and I just know it will suck.
And now I'm in a new city, with a new job, that does not pay too much. And everything is just going to be hard.
I keep saying to myself, "I used to be a fighter.". I did. I tried not to let these kind of things get to me. But life took its toll.
In short, I have no fucking idea where it went, but I definitely have no more luck, not even to take a bus to a movie on time.