Miserable Life Meaning Novels & Stories

Thеrе’ѕ nо point tо lіfе іf you’re mіѕеrаblе аll the tіmе. I’d be no damn gооd to anyone as a сrуіng mеѕѕ іn thе соrnеr. I can’t stand thоѕе fооlѕ. Bіtсhіng аnd mоаnіng аbоut еvеrу little thing. It’ѕ better tо bе grаtеful.

A shitty job repeating itself like a tormenting nightmare — day after day, the same bullshit, until it finally breaks you. C. A bitchy wife or girlfriend who won’t stop whining all fucking night long — the kind that makes you want to lock them in a cupboard and lose the key. D. The shit in general. The kind of relentless, soul-sucking crap that fucks you up from the inside out. Or my personal favourite… E. Just because I fucking want to. I’d love to say yes to all of the above, but I won’t. Nick was born. Joanne died. And life never really recovered after that.

“People are such assholes. Like it’s a disease or something. You didn’t apply to be a mountain climber, you applied to shuffle papers. What the hell does your belly have to do with that?” I laughed, a bitter little sound. “Apparently everything.” She shoved the chip bag at me. “Eat. Misery tastes better with salt.” I laughed and took some to chew on as she stared at me. “You’ll find another one.” I shook my head. “I feel like I keep losing. Like every time I think I’m standing, something knocks me down again.” She nudged my shoulder. “Then you get up again. That’s all life is. Falling, getting up, swearing a little, and trying again.”

All I had left was pain and hurt which I knew I deserved for being a gullible stupid cunt. “You aren’t a gullible stupid cunt.” Zoe groaned. She managed to look worse than I did having stayed up most of the night trying to cheer me up. There was no cheering me up. I was a lost cause. “You aren’t a lost cause!” Zoe yelled. It was like my world had been crushed by an extinction level meteorite that had come for once purpose and one purpose only; the total annihilation of everything.that made me happy. I must be the most miserable cunt in the world right now.

this question could only be answered by her who had lived her part of the depression shit of her life and she suddenly got into her deep talker face. “That’s quite a normal thing to feel. No one in the world can ever understand what we are going through other than the ones who had lived it. We just loose our everything in a day and whole life feels a waste of time. And that’s what’s life is all about, living through its shits to show the world we don’t give a damn" she confidently answered my question and I was surprised by how casually she told that.

And I'll be your memories, your lullaby for all the times hoping my voice could get it right IT'S funny how we know what makes us miserable, yet we continue to live with it. Perhaps, we find our challenges quite amusing or we just don't know how to win them over. Otherwise, why would we love the things that kill us? Pretty much, live for the things that's choking us to death? I kept thinking why I put myself in such a situation that doesn't give me a choice. Well, sometimes it does when I am torn between getting up or getting fired.

"Poverty is not nice Susanna and instead you might be pitied and seen as trash if you do not do something about it" "That is the problem Mike, i do not want to be pitied. You know my parents were not poor but after they died, relatives collected all my parents had worked for without thinking of how i will cope in this world alone. So even as much as i really want to live a normal life i never want to be pitied, i want to live what fate destined for me"

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.

I lost the meaning of living a happy life; I lost the hope that somebody would come and save me from this abused and damned life; I had given up at this point. The never ending abuse and broken trust from my family had thrown me into a depression; I never thought in my life that I would be living a life like this; I never thought that I would be going through hell; there is a saying after death good people go to heaven and bad people to hell as for me I did not had to die to go to heaven or hell cause I was already living my life in hell. I don't knw what I did so wrong in my past life that I was suffering so much in my present life.

I want to shift often, train with wolves and experience the life I only got to read about. ‘You must have lived an awful life. It’s nothing I can imagine, I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘It’s not a life I would wish on even my worst enemy,’ I muttered, thinking back to the numerous spots on my skin from where different injections had pricked my skin. ‘The pain and hope, the suffering and optimism that things may be better, the agony and the tears, I would be cruel to wish that on anyone. It was a life not worth living but it was the only life I had so I held on with everything in me.’