Frustration Funny Novels & Stories

I suggested and she smirked "I am also busy, come back TOMORROW, what part of that sentence do you not understand huh? You're bothering me, please go" Holy moly, why am I always unlucky? Why do I always meet the wrong people, the mean and bad minded ones? I tell you, this makes life really frustrating "Why are you this mean?" I asked frustratingly and she bursted into a wild laughter “Mean? Did…did you just say mean?“ She said in hitches whilst still laughing

RUE I sat at my office desk feeling really frustrated. Small things were bothering me, like not finding my pen and having an email I didn't read. I tried to work on my laptop, but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened last night. "Ugh," I sighed, running my hand through my hair. The board meeting was stressing me out, and the memories from the strip club kept coming back, making it hard to focus. My usually neat office was a mess, with papers scattered everywhere. It just added to my frustration—with myself, the whole situation, and the memory that wouldn't leave me alone.

Is he still laughing at me? "Are you making me fun because of me?" I punched his arm while asking. "Fck, I can't stop laughing." My gad, what's funny? "What's funny? And stop cursing no!" I am really irritated right now but yeah it's effective. He doesn't remember my food hehe.

Timika 5 Years Later “Again!!!” I’m yelled at for the 20th time this morning! I groan in frustration as I get back up and take my stance. What is with me today? He comes at me, and usually I would have moved quickly, and ducked the move, just to catch him off guard and knock him down. Yet, today, I’m slow, clumsy …useless!!! “For Fox Sake!!” I let out with frustration! I run over to the side, and vomit. Trying to hide my shame from Uncle Garren and Auntie Lil.

Trev reassured me, even though I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "Yes, but now he'll be grouchy while I settle him back into his old routine." This time Trev could not hold back the snort of laughter. I stomped my foot in frustration at him because he wasn't taking this seriously. Unfortunately, that just made him laugh harder. My frustration at a boiling point, I stormed over and smacked him on the arm. "Stop it, you… you… JERK!" I cried.

And as the day went by, my mood has been deepening, I have been getting more angry and frustrated. The other day, I couldn’t sleep, which resulted in me waking up early and grumpy. That day I punched the stone and sand-filled bag angrily. The faes looked at me wearily as I took my frustration on the bag, but the more I think about those two, the more angry I got. I have had sleepless nights, just rolling and turning on the bed. It’s like everyone is ignoring me, including my sleep.

I was already so tired of sitting there, and talking about one business deal or the other. Everything was fun from the start, but it stopped being fun when the big guys started to speak about their wives and children. It really disgusted me because I had none. All I could do was to watch as they laughed when complaining about their wives behaviour. I was sick of it already. Being overly frustrated by their unattractive jokes, I stood from the table, and excuse myself from staying with them. They sincerely didn't have any idea how bad I felt.

MASON “You're just a little kid—” /PUNCH/ “...who’s lonely, tired and confused—” /PUNCH/ “...stumbling into every avenue your fidgeting hands can find—” /PUNCH/ “to give you a false sense of freedom.” /TWAT/ My final attempt to take my frustration out on the wooden dummy in front of me fails as I misshit and its handle comes flying right back at me, slapping the attention back into my psyche.

That was all I said, he looked like he was about to blow a gasket. "Are you serious I just sa-" His words were cut off by me throwing my underwear in his face and just then he looked annoyed and then he smelt my and went on before looking at me with a frustrated expression on his face . "Gosh you are…you are really something…" He said still sounding frustrated as he stood in front of me with a pulsing tenth in my pants but I shook my head and told him to keep it in first and lick mr before it.

"Don't you ever say that. Don't even joke about it. We're nothing like her, Heather. Nothing." We both laughed then… a loud, slightly unhinged sound that filled the empty spaces of my office and probably echoed down the hallway outside. It was the kind of laughter that only comes from people who have survived the absolute worst together and have nothing left to do but find the horror funny. The kind that borders on hysteria, that releases years of pent-up frustration in a single, cathartic moment. The kind that makes your ribs ache and your eyes water, not entirely from amusement.