Life Is A Story Told By An Idiot 소설 & 이야기

I looked at him and I suddenly felt that the house was too small for the two of us as I shifted from one foot to another, looking so awkward that I prayed for the floor to swallow me. “There are so many things in life that I regret,” he said as he stopped between my opened door and looked at me. “And so many times when I wanted to turn back time. But life isn’t like that. You can’t press rewind to go back in time and correct all the things you did wrong, nor can you fast forward it to know the future. All you have is this moment. And only one life. I just hope that you aren’t making any mistakes that you’ll regret later on. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned. Life’s a bitch. And you j

“First, you ruin my job by getting us fired. Then you ruin my new home by living here. What else can you ruin in my life?” “It’s no picnic for me having you here either, you idiot,” she told him, narrowing her eyes at him. “I didn’t ask for someone who goes around accusing me of things I didn’t do, moving in here and making my life miserable. And, just so you know, it wasn’t my article that got you fired. It was that your drummer and bassist couldn’t keep it in their pants! Roger, the club’s owner, didn’t appreciate his patrons being hit on by them!”

that idiot would give his life for you —He didn't create it, let's better focus on you and life, without life you want to end —Wouldn't you like to know another way of living? —Did you see that beautiful movie called "Me After You"? —If ever, what does the movie have to do with what......—I understood what he wanted to tell me and even so I tried to continue being selfish.

He seemed kind of hurt when I didn't let him talk. I mean, it wasn't like anything was his fault anyway. If we really analysed the situation, most — if not all — of my current problems were self inflicted. Well, self inflicted wasn't exactly the right word for it. They were less self inflicted and more…mismanaged. They could've been greatly avoided if I just calmed down and talked to someone. But it was too late now, I suppose. The only thing I learned from this whole thing, really, was that I was just an idiot. Imagine trying to kill yourself and then failing because you didn't know how to do it right — even though you thought you did. Dear god, my life was a joke.

"How could this be? How did you suffer like that? Mila said she'd been to the wasteland. She said a pretty she-wolf like you wouldn't have any trouble there! "She said you'd just be reflecting on yourself there. How did this happen?" Leon asked in disbelief. I snorted coldly. "Mila said this, Mila said that. Don't you have a brain of your own? The wasteland is full of Rogues, and you thought it was safe? That's ridiculous!

Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced. THE END

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

Lazarus pov My life is a mess. No, let me rephrase that. Our life is a mess. Everything my brothers and I knew turned into endless chaos, and there isn't anything we could do about it. Actually, there are possibilities, but for those, we need to forget our differences and stop acting like one massive asshole.

xo ADB_Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You know how they say ‘stop to smell the roses’? Well, I’ve been smelling the roses for centuries and I’m here to tell you they smell like shit. I have no idea how humans tolerate the utter mundaneness of their lives. Oh, they don’t think their lives are mundane, but trust me, they are. Only they don’t realise it because they’re living on limited time but imagine if that time was endless. Imagine facing an eternity on earth. You could accomplish everything you wanted in life in the first or second century, and then what are you left with? Endless tedium.