When I was a child, I knew there was something special about me but I just didn’t know what it was. Now that I’m older, I know what it is --- SURPRIZE! – what is special about me is that there isn’t anything special about me.
I get fucked over like anyone else
I never win the raffle or the lotto
I never get first prize
I never get the happy ending
the praise always goes to the person who worked least even when I worked the hardest,
when good stuff happens it’s always on the day I didn’t come or right after I leave
