Novel & Cerita Miserable Life Meaning

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.’

Not only was I pathetic, I was also stupid as well. Why does my life have to be so miserable? I am only twenty three years old, and it feels like I have spent half a century with all of the weight of the world on my shoulder. No one finds me worthy of respect at my workplace, my family don't even see me as a part of them. I am more of a commodity. I have become a laughing stock for everyone, and I make money for media personalities by being a joke. And now, the two people I trusted the most, have taken it upon themselves to stab me in the back. The definition of my life was horrific.

$214. The "Miller" life was failing. I couldn't even afford to be a waitress. I was an outcast, someone caught between a life that didn't want me and a world of labor that found me useless. I was a Thorne without a crown, a girl with a smeared reputation and soft hands that had never done a day of real work.

I was just me. Sure, I was rich, but that didn’t mean anything. Wealth didn’t mean happiness. For me, it was the opposite. I had been miserable for the last sixteen years of my life. And now there was a light at the end of the tunnel, it seemed that these girls wanted to continue to feel miserable.

Miserable, one word that I can use to describe my daily life. I've been living with my adoptive parents since I was 5 years old. Now that I am 22 years old, I'm still working my ass out to pay for my cost of living since we can't earn from my power. I am a charmer, and I give luck.

“The truth is , you don’t even want yourself. If you could become someone else I’m very certain you would do so in a heartbeat. No one wants you, you do not want yourself and I’m sure death itself doesn’t want you. Even if you try to kill yourself right now, you might not die. “ he spat His words hurt me so bad I felt all the bones in my body get weak. I sat down on my bed feeling so defeated. I wished I would just pass out, anything to avoid feeling this pain. “Well, that’s okay because life wants me. I’m alive, right? Life wants me “ I said in weak defense “If life wanted you then maybe you wouldn’t be this miserable. Life hates you that’s why it keeps getting worse for you at every turn i

From now on, I will do only what is best for me. "Alright. I will give you his card when we get into the car." I nod my head and give him a smile. "You and I are the same. We have a lot on our plates. Allow me to make fun of our situations," he says, taking his glass of juice. "Cheers to the miserables."That sounds like my perfect situation. Miserable. I take my glass and click on his. "To us, the miserables." We drink to that. "So, how much time do you have for the fun?" I add. This feels like life now. Real life.

He smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, based on her life that he saved… The bottom of Milan's heart seemed to be on fire, but the ice in his eyes froze: "Based on me - Milan Elise." “That's my money, that's the money I should have.” Her eye sockets were red, she quickly bowed her head, Ashley, don't cry, there's nothing to cry about. I went through all the hardships, just being teased for a while. Ashley, your miserable life is not worth the money, it's so bad that you can use it as a bet, the moment you decide to bet your life, your life is no longer your life Besides, it's just a trade-off in this transaction. It's a transaction and there will be times when it fails