Goodbye,my Messy Life Novels & Stories

I'm ready to live again. *********************************************

"What’s gonna be a mess?" "My life." I responded tears welling up in my eyes "My whole fucking life." "Everything around me seems to be a mess. What I do, what I want, every single thing is a mess. No one wants to be with me, everyone wants to get away from me and I understand that because I’m a loser." I sniffed the tears that were threatening to fall "No one wants to be with a loser. I know you don’t Ashton so please." I begged him as try not to cry in front of him.

I am currently in my bed and I have not left this position since yesterday I got to my apartment. My heart is weak, and my head can't stop banging. My eyes feel sore, and I think Lulu is hungry. I can't help myself to go feed her. I am beyond miserable to do anything for myself right now. I look a mess. My room is messy. My hair, my body, everything is messy. My life is a mess. It feels like my entire world is crumbling. I thought of my late parents. That night they were killed and then...... My first time at that stupid mansion.

Why was my life such a mess? To be continued…!

My life has turned out one crazy, jumbled up mess, that is for sure! --------------------

had spent ten years making Bree feel worthless. I turned away from the window, running both hands through my hair. This didn't change anything. Bree had still ended up in my bed. The video still existed. Juliet still said it was real. But... "Don't come crawling back to me. I'm done cleaning up your messes." What messes? Bree worked at the gallery. She went to college. She'd been trying to build a life. What had she done that was so terrible? I sat down on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, head in my hands.

My child was gone. And as I watched the black Valois limousine pull away, I realized that the "Used Rag" had finally finished cleaning up the mess I had made of my life. And I was the trash she had finally thrown away.

"My life is a mess. You are a great host but staying here makes my life even messier. I'm divorced. The father of my child hates me. I'm a pathetic parasite in your house. All I do is eat and sleep. I'm doing nothing with my life. I can't even remember the last time I sat down to design anything. I want to make something of myself. I don't think I can do it when I'm here." I pause and smile at myself. "I think I need a fresh start." ****

So stop thinking this thing too much. I sighed and fell back to the bed. My life is a mess

She started the car. The anger drained away as we drove, leaving something hollow and sad behind. I looked out the window at the passing fields. “I just don’t understand,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “My life before… it was so messy. So dangerous. My mother was… and then that man…” My hands shook as I tried to fish my phone out of my pocket, but then I gave up. “Why was my life before so messy? Why did all these horrible things happen at once?” A sob escaped my throat.