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I couldn't take it anymore and all I wanted to do was to yell out to the universe to just take my life already, I was so fed up and tired of this. Why do all the bad things in the world have to happen to me? Why can't I live a life like any normal person and just be me? Why? Here I was thinking, my situation was the worst thing any person could find themselves in and then I ended up right into another trouble bigger than the one I was dealing with.

Like I'm standing in a life that suddenly no longer recognizes me. And right now? I have no solid reason why my life is falling apart like this.

I want to take a rest. Tears keep flowing down to my cheeks, but I can’t even wipe it for my own and no one would do it for me too. I lost everything, there is nothing for me to keep living but why giving me another life to keep me fighting? Why for all this time, when I am ready to give up everything there is another life inside me? Another life who will experience the bitterness and sadness of reality. It is really hard for me to gain some peace life in this world? What did I do in my past life to have this kind of living right now?

How life changes in just a blink of eyes! How you have everything and suddenly the next moment you have nothing! How you're punished just because you're a middle-class woman with enough self-esteem to decide your life! How a single NO changes it all! I don't have a grudge against God. I don't have a grudge against life. I wanna live. I wanna live for those countless people who lose the motivation to live. Help me, Camden. Please help me out. I'll survive it. I'll not give up. I just need another reason to live.

she asked inquisitive, he wipes her tears “Because she’s a mother, Chinasa still deserve another chance. The only crime she commits was she was not living a good life; I don’t know her that too well but she’s not the family’s problem. That was the best way she believes she can live to survive” he cautioned, Kaiama melted, she felt guilty “I’m I. a bad person, for hating her?” she inquired “No, it’s good to express your pain, you don’t hate her, you’re just angry” he tact, she placed her head on his chest.

“It’s how my family operates. I grew up in it, so I guess I’m used to it. But for you... I know it’ll take time to adjust.” “Adjust,” she repeated, the word tasting bitter in her mouth. “That’s all everyone keeps telling me to do. Adjust to this house, adjust to your family, adjust to this life.” He looked away, guilt flickering across his face. “I know it’s not fair, Ayesha. None of this is. But...” He trailed off, his voice faltering. “But what?” she prompted. He sighed. “But it’s the reality we both have to deal with. I can’t promise it’ll be easy, but I’ll try to make it bearable.”

You are here because it is your destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... That keeps running through my brain like a broken plate. I want to smile bitterly. Am I existing for a purpose? Because I think that I have no purpose in this world. My life back on earth is not that good. If they say so, I will be exiled. I'm smart, but I don't have parents. I don't even have a decent house because I'm just renting an apartment that looks like it's going to be destroyed in just one earthquake. I don't have things to be proud of... Beauty? It is only just a skinny dip and b

I want to save my younger sister since she is the only person I have in my life. Yet, I can't do anything because I am... Weak, Poor, Fool, Stupid, Scared, and a Good-for-nothing elder brother... I can't even protect my parents from those bastard people who tortured them in front of my eyes. Moreover, what did I do to receive all these punishments??? I didn't even choose this life... Then... Who chose this life for me? God? Is God even true? He's not even doing anything despite all the things happening in my life...

I asked. “I don't understand.” “Why are you always being tossed around and sold like an art piece whenever I meet you?? What exactly are you and what do you do??” “Do you think I want this life?? This fucked up life of mine?? I've been tortured, raped, married off and even used as a toy just because I don't have a 1 not working.” I said.

Why? It's so annoying that I can't undo the damage. It's something I'll have to live with for the rest of my miserable life. It's my curse to bear for love. Endless suffering and torment of pain. Relieving a painful memory. Good Lord, help me! I lay there alone, my eyes fixed on the ceiling of the room. It's clear now that I'm a meaningless fellow, left with nothing to lose. Luka is dead, my life is a piece of shit, and I fucking have no idea what comes next.