Goodbye,my Messy Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then, she said knowingly, "Oh, I get it now. You're worried about embarrassing him by giving the card to him in public, right? You can just give it to him privately, then." I glanced at Jonathan, who stood to one side. His gaze was unfocused—it was as if he had nothing to do with what was happening. That was how he'd been in my past life, too. He'd always been a silent watcher, and he'd always looked so aloof and arrogant. I laughed icily. "Why would I care whether or not he's embarrassed? You guys are the ones who rejected my donation, so I won't do anything. I can use this money to buy something nice for the stray dogs outside the campus gates."

At that moment, I could only find it laughable. I took off the ring and tossed it into the trash can. “Sorry, this ten-dollar piece of junk should’ve been thrown away long ago.” I smiled even brighter. “Now, can we go?” Getting the divorce certificate felt like a thousand-pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I didn’t realize that what I once thought was deep love in my youth had turned into a burden. Misunderstanding after misunderstanding had slowly eroded that love, replacing it with endless torment.

ME, MYSELF AND I ******************* ANGELA’S POV ******************* “LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE '' is my new motto. Life is indeed short, and tomorrow might never be. A sad fate, but someone’s reality. I had earlier refused to go to the Fernandez party with Caleb when he asked me because I was not in the right frame of mind. How do I go partying when my life was crumbling before me; when my life was enveloped by grief? It was indeed a sad phase for me.

I walked past him, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the close button without the slightest hint of reluctance. I arrived at Blair's house half an hour later. I told my best friend about my miscarriage. She hugged me and comforted me, coaxing me for hours. I never once bothered texting Caleb the entire time. Instead, he sent me a text consisting of a single question mark. I ignored it. He shot me another text the following day, saying, "The breakfast they serve out here tastes horrible." Blair, who was sitting at the dining table and enjoying breakfast with me, regarded me with unconcealed bewilderment before blurting, "I can't believe you're still here! You actually stayed here instead

I yelled to no one in particular "fuck my life,now i yell at a door ,a fucking door as if it will talk back,I really going crazy. OH GOD,I miss Rosie and papi" I went in ,the inside look better than the outside, white sheet on the furniture," well guess I found my new home,all it needs is cleaning and food, damn I hungry

Happiness always came into my life in flashes, like lightning, before it disappeared or went back to wherever it came from. Dear Diary, Today I decided to give up, to let go. Today I was about to leave you behind. I realize how heartbroken you would have been. Because breathing the scent of these pages daily makes me happy, I hope it makes you feel good too. You are the best thing in my life besides sleeping and drinking coffee. I just wanted to apologize. It was rude. At least, I should have left a note, a small goodbye. And for that, you have the right to stay mad at me or stop our friendship. Of course, that would break my heart. It's already broken, anyway.

*Shit. This was going to get messy.

If you just back down, I'll mark you again," Leon said. I couldn't help but scoff at his ridiculous words. So, he did know how harsh the wastelands were? When we first arrived six years ago, the climate was harsh, and the guards were strict. After finishing the grueling labor, I couldn't even get a sip of hot soup. With my delicate constitution, I quickly fell ill. A few Rogues wandering the wasteland snuck into my stone hut that night. They laughed nastily, threw off my blanket, and tore my clothes. "Of all the she-wolves sent here, you're the prettiest. Be good and let us have some fun..." In that moment of hopeless despair, I suddenly thought of Leon and Lucas. They were probably with Mil

my life has gotten much worse! Not a day I have had a relaxing time at home....house does not feels like home all I wanna do is end my college and leave this hell hole! For once....why can't I live a normal happy life....why does all the problems surrounds me only....as if I don't have enough in my hands and now this Neil problem too I have to face..... Fuck my life! ×××××××××××××××××××× ¶2 months after¶

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.