Goodbye,my Messy Life Novels & Stories

“Who said I want to get out of your life? I just entered, and when I enter something, I won’t want to turn back,” “Should I help you clean the mess of you ‘messy life’? Now you don’t only have your best friend to help you, you have me.” “Of course I will. And we won’t stop until it’s all beautiful again.I’ll help you clean it, and we’ll plant more beautiful memories after we clean the withered ones. Not even just a single one left.”

Dear, to whoever see's this. My life is a shit show. I am 29, years old nearly 30, and I have never had a decent person besides my sister in my corner and to top it all of I have a condition which allows me to remember every shit thing that has ever happened in my life, if I'm going to put it in a nutshell. Starting with 19, nearly 20 years ago when my parents decided it was time to up and leave and not with me or my older sister. So here is my life, here is the one thing you'll probably get a giggle out off because I sure as hell I. I laugh at my own boring life. Did you know...I have never left Houston, Texas...Nope...never. So my friends...kick back, get your pop corn at the ready, maybe

I sat on our bed, he packed his suitcase I held a picture of our wedding day His hands were trembling, we both were cryin' He kissed me gently and then he quickly walked away I called up mama and she said "Time will ease your pain Life's about changin' Nothin' ever stays the same" And she said, "How can I help you To say goodbye, it's okay to hurt, and it's okay to cry Come let me hold you and I will try How can I help you to say goodbye"

What kind of mess I am in now? ***************

I step off the train and onto the platform, walking down three flights of stairs with my earbuds in my ears and my favourite Jam 🎵 Vida Loca by Black Eyed Peas🎵 blasting in my ears. It's the only song that I can lose myself in. I think it's the line 'It's my life, bitch' that gets my blood pumping and my feet moving. A distraction from the real world and my dilemmas It takes me less than twenty minutes to make it to my neighbourhood.

He muttered back. Ugh, gosh! I really have a messy life!

Then, gently, like he didn’t want to scare me, he pulled me into his arms. And I collapsed. I cried into his chest like I had nothing left. Like I was crumbling right there in his arms. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered against his shirt. “Rue, I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting every day just to feel human.” He didn’t speak. He just held me tighter. “ My life is a mess ! isn’t this the part in movies where the main lead get a break ? i should atleast have a break “ “ i am so sorry …My Mother , i am sorry she threw you out “

The timing of the separation and the company's pending IPO raises questions about the intersection of the personal and professional. She closed the laptop. She sat in the kitchen of her Portland house — the house she had bought with the money she made in the margins of a marriage that was over — and she waited to feel something she had expected to feel: relief, or triumph, or the clean sensation of a woman who has executed a plan and arrived at its intended outcome. She felt the grief instead. Still. The same grief from the hallway, quieter now, sitting down with her at the table. She thought about the letter in her suitcase. She did not go to get it.

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

Without a word, Serena gazed at them with a face devoid of emotion, as if she were looking at two complete strangers. Caspian's voice was hoarse, cracking with the faint sound of a sob, as he said, "Serena, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I was wrong, I was such a jerk. I hurt you. Please, just give me one more chance. I—"