Miserable Life Meaning Novels & Stories

Paul screams again and again. "I ruined Hope's life with him. She deserve to be happy but i ruined everything. Since from tomorrow we are not able go to school, we can't study. Today my sister's life has also been ruined because of my mistake. You are right, without money, a human's life is rubbish. For living the life self respect is not important Rather a person needs money to live I don't have that money today. I lost today because of that damn money. MONEY MONEY AND MONEY. We can't live without Fucking money.

I guess such queries as the one he just posed at me, are meant for poor desperate exes seen in rags, who wouldn’t mind pleading to be towed back from the shit fate got them out of. “Life had been good, with the stress of being wealthy and having a lot of staff’” I said, intending to make him understand that the least thing I ever do the good of thinking of is him. Good lord, that’s harsh though, but life made me harsh, I wasn’t born a jezebel. “Good sad news. Those things you said now make life difficult and stressful.” He sniffed. I shrank into the sofa, and kept mute, to have him explain what makes life good if being wealthy doesn’t make it soft and good for mankind.

Solana’s screams followed us as we left her the miserable existence that she had to look forward to enduring. People without souls were in a constant state of misery that they could never escape. It was not that they lost their humanity, but they did lose a big part of what made them who they were. The misery came from them being incomplete. It created a deep seeded pain that was incomparable to every other torture that one could experience. Did I feel bad for her? Not at all. She made her own choices, and those had consequences. The misery that she was experiencing was of her own making.

It was the perfect den for people who had no second chance at life and would only live miserably. I got dressed and wanted to have breakfast but the broth I made the previous night had gone stale, I angrily poured it away and moaned my misfortune. What was I to do now? If only Mirabella would agree to my wishes and do as I say! I'm tired of living in a hell while my enemies enjoy their own stupid lives.

Instead of ending my life, I need to continue and leave the way as it is. But now, I think it's a time for me to end my own misery. Misery that's making my life shit as it is. Finally, I've reach the end of hardship. Even I'm a bad person, for stealing and leaving a huge amount of debt, I still hope that San Pedro would welcome me with a band on his back. Blissfully, welcomed me. And make me feel that his proud because of the hardships that I've been through I still fight until I'm totally left nothing out.

As usually, before nightmare Memorable very likes to talk with God: I know you are. You were always there for better or worse. You didn't move a step. You endured when I complained about you. You were happy when I was happy. Still, I can't understand why we have to suffer so much. Is it so that we can enter your Kingdom? What is behind the last line of life? It's hard for me to imagine. Maybe You don't exist? Are you just an illusion of the mind? Every breath I take brings me closer to death and meeting you. Maybe we'll meet you. What will you tell me when I meet you? What can I tell you? Of course you will condemn me for what I have done and for what I have not done along the way. You will

Fuck it! My life was shit! It has always been shit! I always found a way to do things I wasn’t supposed to do at a certain age. It was all just infuriating and annoying. Once again, I was unemployed and useless to the world. Maybe I was cursed by my village people back home in Nigeria. They probably saw how brightly I shone and then they were trying to make sure I never shine like that. Whatever it was, it was disgusting and annoying. I hated my life.

"You know, sir, this time in the basement, for the first time, I saw a living life fade away in front of me. I didn't have anything to do with that dead person, but then I lost another baby. Every day, I experienced nightmares all night.And I can't stop thinking about the purpose of life. Should I live to do something other than love you and Elisa for the limited time I have. Even if it's a job I hate, I think I'd be willing to do it." With that, Hermosa looked away, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. Her nose was flushed and she looked resigned.

that. God, to say it was one of the most worst thing ever was such an understatement, it was a nightmare, a nightmare that ruined this day that had already started to be bumpy, a nightmare that I wish I could bang my head in the wall, and wake up from, but...but this very nightmare was the reality, the bitter reality that life threw at me when I least expected any messed up shit anymore Why me....Why life always love to toy with my feelings.... Am I really that unfortunate?...Am I?....

I screamed. My high pitch sent shiver up to the dark room, reverberating on the walls. My heart was in an enormous pain at the moment, I could see life running out of my flesh. “Take it easy on you.” She beckoned. “My life is more messy than yours.” She stated, heaving out a loud sigh. Her words sank into my skull, I never heard such. No one had ever proved his/her life was messy than mine. Earth has been against me. The world turned his back and flew from me. I was the most heartbreaking and miserable creature in all the packs of the wolves and every other species.