bad luck [Theme] Page 6

And Confucius are not always lucky.

Wonderful people always hell.

Others not interested in the truth, when you can enjoy the misfortune of another.

Luck and bad luck in the world always equally. If one person is damn lucky, I will get another batch of bad luck first.

So it is this night, the last before the exams. I no longer had friends, was not Azure, it's just us, me and bad luck.

The peak of it is bad luck when black cats defer to you.

Luck is such a thing - it acts slowly but inexorably.

- What do you call someone who constantly gets into an accident?
- The insurance client with increased risk.
- So I have to love. From the beginning of failure. The first kiss I got at the cemetery.

- It provokes bad luck, ' replied Bob. - The impression is that if you're with him, even if he's just standing next to, it could cause a little death. It's like... well, like a comic book "L il Abner", remember, there's a character like this is, he's always a cloud over my head. What was his name?
I do not know.
- Wherever he appeared, there was always failure.
- What about him?
Gordon Woolf is exactly the same only the clouds over head are seen. Nothing heralds. It is, in my opinion, is the worst: its impact on people not depends on him, except when someone he does not like. Then he will do bad things on purpose.
A serial killer of human hopes, half in jest threw Zoe.
- That's it.

When I turned twenty, my father looked at me and said, "you Know, maybe nature has specially created you as a warning to everyone else!" At that moment I just broke two teeth on a dime in the birthday cake, and the day before accidentally hit grandpa with a shovel.

Any bad luck happened to us after a short time their luck.

Even if I want someone was around, he always leaves me... And even if I don't want it to be so, it still happens. My hopes never come true. And my luck is never long. In my life nothing goes as I want. But if my luck turns into bad luck, and bad luck turn into good luck? And believing this, I continue to live.

It is not that the day went wrong. You do so every day.

With a mindless smile with mischief in heaven-blue eyes, this angel has created a bell so that I didn't have a chance to ignore her. Incredibly strong smell to attract my attention, closed thoughts, to not dry out my curiosity, gentle beauty that I could not take my eyes, a selfless soul that causes me a thrill. He removed her instinct of self-defense - so she could be near me and in the end, added a wide plume of tremendous bad luck.