Dinner?

 

winner winner chicken dinner.

 

I feel more like the chicken dinner than the winner. Fuck! thats not good at all. Fucking bad. Bananas. Chicken fajitas bad!

 

I sometimes wonder when the cards are going to turn, or if it's just ment to be to fail. No it's not!

It's me.

 

First step:

admitting.

Second step:

Accepting

Third and last step:

change it or find an other way.

 

I like to wish. I like to dream. I like to win. I hate to lose.

 

 


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