What kind of fun is slowly bleeding money. Fun is winning.
Shoving it right into the mother fucker who took your bets so to speak.
You're simply not going to win with this Vengeful Hatefilled War raging inside of you.
"You against _____" is a delusion within your mind. Its very very unlikely you were born this way. Some things made you like this.
Deal with your Shit or you are not gonna win. Handicapping then placing +EV wagers requires
Emotion be taken out of the equation
you're as far opposite of there, that place, as possible.
This is not a war between You and a Book or The rest of the world. This is a War between You and your own Demons.
And atm you're getting your ass beat pummeled on the ropes fixin' to fly out the whole ring where you'll get clobbered by a metal foldingchair.
I am sure its exhausting to be as filled with hate as you are.
Stop It.
this shit is so Old Tired and played OUT
(not this song, but You.)