Yes, I call myself an unlucky bastard. Why, you ask? Well, in every situation, there is something that can go wrong. Normally, it doesn't happen, that is, till I'm around. If there is a 6% chance at something bad happening, it happens to me. Get new clothes, yes, they are either too short or too long, and my younger brother and father enjoy my lack of luck. It sucks being unlucky... I hope that maybe all my lack of luck will eventually give way to atleast 1 event of luck, and I am seriously hoping that it would be at that crucial moment in my life.
(Sigh) I am so damn unlucky...
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