Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

I'm getting used to the new me, leaving behind the financial struggles of my past, all thanks to my sister's insane luck with love , she's dating a billionaire now, I suppose. I've got this weird feeling that everything's gonna blow up in our faces, but I try to shut it down and act like everything's cool. I brought it up with my sis, how her new life and love story sounds kinda sketchy, and we almost got into a huge fight. She's all about enjoying the ride, but I'm over here thinking a little to deep Into everything expecting the worst to happen anytime soon. Sometimes being pessimistic isn’t always that bad. You will always be on guard and expect the worst at any moment in time, especially

I want what’s best for them, and I want them to have full and happy lives, even if that means being far away from me, but I still hope and pray that we’ll find a way to remain close no matter what the future holds. Today felt like another day of endless reading and pointless research. All the hours spent in the packhouse library were wearing me down, and a hopelessness that we’ll never figure this out was beginning to creep in. I’ve always been an optimist, but even an optimist can only take so much bad news and struggle.

This guy doesn't look at me like everyone else. Like I'm just another screw up who will end up with nothing. A nowhere life. His expression is...optimistic. That's not something I've had associated with me before. It's dangerously close to hope. I'm suddenly desperate to change the subject. To prove to me and this man that he doesn't really care about me. That he's not willing to put in the work. No one else has. Maybe I am a lost cause. Why can't he just accept it like everyone else?

Belief that something great was out there on the horizon waiting for him—and maybe it was. I wanted to bask in that feeling, to linger in his presence in the hope that some of his optimism and passion wore off on me. Because right now? My life was a total shit show.

Slowly, my heart also settled into peace. Occasionally, while looking in the mirror, I would wonder just how much time I had wasted. But the next second, as if channeling Ms. Gardner, I would shout, "Live in the moment! Create the future!" Every time I shouted it, I couldn't help but laugh. Life during that period was genuinely joyful. That was until one day after work, I saw Miles standing by the gate. His face was haggard, his beard was unkempt, and his frame was gaunt and frail. Even in his disheveled state, his disdain for the surroundings was evident.

Nicely played. Still, I considered it a bit of an unfair characterisation. It wasn’t that I was a negative person, it was just that I was surrounded by a bunch of hopeless morons constantly putting my life at risk. It’s enough to get anyone down. At heart, I’m an optimist. I truly believe life could be amazing if people left me the fuck alone. “You’re right, you could fuck things up if it’s a delicate moment. But that’s the whole point of experience. We’ve been in enough tight spots for you to be able to know when to shut up and when not to.”

^DEPRESSED^ I still hear you voice I still feel your presence I remember our first kiss The times made me laugh and smile But they’re all gone including you My once perfect love Is now a figment of my imagination All the promises of love are gone Indeed there is no such thing as happy ever after Each night Each day Whenever I close my eyes I still see your beautiful smile I hear your heavenly laughter But when I open my eyes I realize it’s all in my head How could you move on While I live in the past

“Please don’t give me false hope. I can’t... I can’t handle that right now.” He stepped closer again, reaching for my hand. I let him take it, even though I wanted to run away and never look back and live in solitude for the rest of my life so I couldn’t destroy another person I cared about. “I’m not giving you false hope,” he said. “I’m telling you that I’m not going to just accept this. If there’s even a chance we can break this curse, we have to try.” My chest ached. He was being so stupidly optimistic, so impossibly stubborn. It was exactly like him to refuse to accept defeat even when the odds were impossible.

I replied, hoping to convince him that there were still options available. "And now, back to my question... Let's try to cling to hope one more time with this next surgery. Who knows, you may survive it this time," I replied, trying to inject a sense of optimism into the conversation. But Harry's response was laced with resignation and despair. "I've resigned myself to despair. It's pointless living on when I don't even have a single family member left." "Your parents...?" I asked, hoping to find some glimmer of hope.

But he wanted a chance, and I’m going to give him that. I bet on my head he won’t even last the month before he rejects me all on his own and will not wait to get rid of me. “Or maybe he will end up healing us and be the thing we need to get past everything we’ve been through” said Hazel hopefully; ever the optimistic one.