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When I was a child I was a winner. I won all the time. My mother often said she was proud of me and she often said I was brave. She'd call me her little cheese cake poodle every time I did something good. She told me I would grow up to do great things one day and I believed her. I mean how couldn't I. I was at the top of the world. The top of my game. The highlight of my fame couldn't have been ever brighter than it was on those glorious sunny days.
But now those those are dead and gone. The happiness and cheer that once exuded my heart with joy and cheer are now a mystery left unsolved because now a days I am called a loser by the people who were suppose to love me. The people I thought I could count on when I was down and out in Paris and London. The people who were suppose to be my friends when I needed friends, but now those friends are dead and gone and things have never been the same. I often find myself alone, stuck in a house of cards waiting for a woman to love me but no woman will ever love me because I am a goddamn loser waiting for the universe to do something for me but every time I ask it for help it does nothing but shakes its head and walks away. I mean WTF man!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! The universe is screwing me and it didn't buy me any wine!!! That is so not cool and I hate it bro's, I really do.
Gosh, it has been so long since I've won anything, so long since I've held a trophy in my hand. So long since I've been worth something more than just a simple smile and a friendly handshake. My fellow gamers, my comrades, my lovers of elves and ghouls...I don't know much more of this I can take. This perpetual state of failure is maddening. I mean it just sucks the living shit out of you and leaves you sore and raw. If this crap continues I won't have any more shit to give those who count on me to do great things. It will be all gone. My reservoir of feces will have vanished and I will die a loser forever and forever more.
My gamers, my friends, my comrades in arms. Is there hope for me to succeed? Will I ever be a winner again? Will my mother ever love me the way she used too? Will my father think I am sane? If elected president will Donald Trump help me win? Will he help me become a winner again?
The clock is ticking and I don't know how much time I have. Winter is coming, and I'm afraid it is coming for me.