Miserable Life Meaning Novels & Stories

They were doing their job well to make sure my life was miserable, terrible and a living hell. I turned the shower again so all the water would come out at the highest pressure and bit my lips as the cold water hit my back and soaked my hair. It felt oddly painful and good. The cold water against my skin, me playing games wit fate. The cold water in a bad weather. Me helping fate and destiny to make my life miserable. Me working together with my demons, in peace and harmony.

Who knew those seven little honest words would be the start of a whole new kind of emotional pain? ‘‘Water finds its own level. I should accept my fate. You can’t rise above your station, no matter how hard you try, what accent you give yourself or how expensive your clothes may be.’’ It’s the most self-depreciating thing that has come out of my mouth in a long time, but he’s ruined my mental state and I can’t see beyond the misery right now. I started life as a worthless common shell being used by men, for men, and that’s exactly where I am now. I never climbed out of my dark hole; I just found myself much more dangerous captors.

A world filled with terrible heartless monsters. "I'm doing the right thing," I told myself as I thought about the cruel world and how unhappy I am every single fucking day. Every day, I hope for happiness in receiving what I truly want by fighting for it and every day I fail, becoming miserable and more miserable and now I want it to end, even if I must take my life. Still, it hurt that I had to bring my pup into this; by my stupid mistake in allowing Christian to take advantage of me. "You're better off without seeing this terrible world," I told my baby. As I slowly begin to walk into the water.

"You want me to beg you." "I mean, beg is a strong word. I was thinking more like—" "You are," she said, very calmly, "one of the most pathetic people I have ever met. And I grew up around genuinely awful people, so that's saying something. You have nothing going on in your life that actually matters, so you spend your time doing this. Sitting in the back of a bank you didn't earn, using connections you inherited, trying to make someone else's life harder. That's you. That's the whole thing."

Catherine laughs bitterly under her breath, but there’s nothing funny in the sound. “My life was already miserable before you people came into it.” Tears gather in her eyes again, but she keeps talking anyway. “I’m broke, alone, barely surviving half the time, and somehow your pack looked at me and decided I should become everybody’s shield.” Every word lands harder than the last. “You all fed off me while I kept wondering why my life never got better.” Her voice cracks slightly. “Then one day, when I stop being useful enough, you kill me and move on to the next poor girl.”

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

She both admires and fears Malcolm. “But I am just the heir anyway. Do you understand what that word means? Inheritance is the practice of transferring assets, even debts, from a deceased person to a living person. Like a puppet whose strings are pulled!” Mia understands Malcolm's first few sentences, even though it is a bit wordy and confusing. But she doesn't know what it is like to be a 'puppet with strings pulled', is Malcolm also a puppet that others could control? The girl isn't sure about that. Because someone as arrogant as Malcolm makes her never imagine living a life so arranged. But perhaps, in this world, all human beings have their suffering. People often call it 'suffering of t

Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died. Every eighty-five minutes, someone in the United Kingdom had taken away their own life, but what do you think would happen to those who had left behind? The aftermath of it? Nothing could take away the pain of loss—I was thinking—It was killing me how your mind could make you feel so worthless. I was thinking, what could I’ve had possibly done to help you? So, before you go, was there something I could have said to make your heartbeat better? College life. New life... or not?

I let the question hang in the air until it felt heavy. Then I chuckled bitterly, my chest aching as memories of my complicated life with Henry surged through my mind. I swallowed the tears threatening to choke me and said into the microphone, “No, it’s not worth it.” "There’s no such thing as normal life. There’s only the life you choose, and the life that’s forced on you. Money doesn’t make you lonely. Poverty doesn’t make you happy. Those are just illusions we create to comfort ourselves.” Murmurs of agreement rose among the crowd.

It's where I'm supposed to be sitting but I like being able to wheel myself away from the room when I don't feel like talking. "Would you like to expatiate?" I sigh, my eyes going to a frame proclaiming me brave and I chuckle. I really haven't felt brave in such a long time, I've always felt like I lived everyday just walking one day after another, giving no regard for anything asides my dreams. Marriage was like a shackle, my supposed husband a devil, I don't even know what to think about Abdul-Mumin Goje or whatever his real name is. "I'm at fault because I let myself sit down in pain, in distress and did nothing about it until it came and blew up in my face." She notes another thing down