I Don't Want To Live นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She shrugs, then, with one final gentle squeeze of my hand, she gets up and walks to the door. “You should take the time to think. I’ll leave you to it and keep them out for some time.” With that, she leaves me alone with my thoughts. Why do I want to keep living? Who do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? Or better yet, Why don’t I want to keep living? Who don’t I want to live for? What don’t I have to live for? To live or not to live?

I cannot have the life I want when they are around, no matter how big the score is, there will always be another job, another innocent man to scam and I was sick of it. If I want to have a better life I have to remove the toxins in my life, when I do, I am going to make sure that they don't even know where I live.

The things are getting messed up for nandini, she was not the one who'll stay silent And resigned everything after knowing she wasn't at any fault but the thing is, she had not any hope left to live, to cherish her life or to be happy. She was just somehow obliterating with her life. She was unaware the things which were taking place and surrounding her each passing second.

“Calm down. You’re raising your voice. Someone might hear us.” “I don’t care,” he seethed. “Let them hear. I don’t give a damn what the world thinks—unlike you.” He rose from his chair, looming over her. “When do you really want to live, Anna Marie Fountain? When do you plan to follow your heart instead of letting the fear dictate your every move?” “Now!” she shouted, matching his fire. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do!” Her hands raked through her hair in frustration. “I need to get myself back, Gerald. I need to build my life on my own—on my own terms.”

Never wanted to move. I wanted to live in this moment, right here, right now, forever. Fuck change. Fuck power. Fuck the world.

Without any word, he turned his back on me, leaving me just like what I want. For the whole two days, I did nothing. I was just laying on the bed. I have not eaten anything since that day. I do not have to do anything. I just want to rest... forever. I want to die. God, I just want to disappear. Please, just let me die. I can't live with this pain anymore...

My body has become so numb that I can no longer feel pain, as the day goes by I’m becoming a whole me person, I can't even look at myself in the mirror, I don't even love myself anymore, the only thing I feel for myself is hate and disgust, my past is now hurting and hunting me more than ever, I cannot continue to live like this, there's nothing left for me in this world anymore, I’ve made up my mind, it's now or never, it's better to be dead than to be alive, and wish I was dead, I rather die maybe in my next life, I will get the chance to live a better life, after all, if I die no one is going to ask of me, it's not like anybody cares about me, I stood up and walk straight to the bathroom,

I sigh and shake my head. -But? "But I don't know if I want to leave," I confessed, "I mean, yes, I want to go and get away from everything." I'm not interested in the position of I don't know what the fuck and being nobody's daughter. I want a normal and calm life with my sister. But I do not know...

I hesitated. There has been more than one occasion when I thought about dying. My life seemed to always be in danger. There was no way I could go without thinking about it. Hell, sometimes I wished for it. Dying seemed to be easier than living. But as I stood here with a gun threatening to wipe me off this planet, I realized, I didn’t want to die. All I’ve ever wanted to do was live. Really live. Be normal. Was it too late for me to fight?

It was the day my sister and I were destined to kill each other. The thought made my stomach churn. If only she wasn’t alive. If only she had never existed, then I wouldn’t have to face this cruel reality. At least I could die alone, without the weight of knowing I had fought and killed my own sister just to survive. “I want to live,” I whispered, the words raw and desperate. “I want to live too. I want to be happy too. Is that so wrong? Am I a bad person for wanting to live?” The sky offered no answers. It simply stared back at me, vast and indifferent. My chest tightened, and the anger bubbled up inside me, hot and uncontrollable.