My Numbered Days Of Happiness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I already told you right? You'll just get hurt if you continue this…” “I know. But I also know that no amount of pain can sum up to the happiness I'd feel if I get to spend your remaining days with me." I smiled sadly at him. “Nineteen days, Lenos. That's the only days left for me. That's the only time I have…”

Gupta Happy Women's day, my dear beauties! There will be another update, it's a double update day <3 (in an hour or two)

🍁🍁🍁🍁 Sadness isn't fun, but it is comfortable. 🍁 Happiness is fleeting and unstable 🍁🍁🍁🍁 DAVID'S POV Crystal has been in a coma for days now. I don’t know how long it’ll take for her to wake up, but every second feels like a year. Watching her lie there, unmoving, with machines doing what her body can’t, gnaws at my sanity.

97%! I quickly texted Amy. I snap and send it to her. “Girl!!!!!” I sent, with that exact number of emojis. I haven't been this excited in months. For the rest of ten days, I walk with my shoulders high, there's nothing anyone can do that will make me sad or feel negatively today! A few days pass and I still maintain the same happy spirit. I work on my thesis very gladly and with energy to do more. That win is really something special to me.

"One hundred seventy nine days." "You're counting too?" "Every single one."

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

# Day 20 I have lost my mind completely and weird types of thing comes in my mind According to census the present human population is around 7 billion, I think that's a useless data, simply counting the number of person who appears like a human being is useless, because some of them are just demons pretending to be humans. You see, I am officially loosing it. What will happen to Alex if they put me away to a mental asylum. ........................................................ #Day 21 I am lost. I am sad. I am broken. I am scarred. I am ruined. I am fucking no one. Congratulations Agustin Deluca..I am everything you ever wanted me to be. ....................................................

Each one is a human place Come join me In praise In these lovely days Come join me In hurry I am waiting To create Your space Your lovely space In every place Come smile your day To living life again This day This day You be happy again You be rich again You be safe You ought to be safe Go greet your day Begin up Beyond limit of space Build up great You build up great I your subconious Will build up safe For you Each day Each new day You celebrate It’s you alive On earth again This day This day Is special too Says so The bright sun rays This day Build up safe Build up safe Life will join you again This day This day Has your place Rejoice beyond your space Go now and create Space This day Thi

I do it two more times, telling myself to suck it up because sucking it up is what I do on a daily basis. I'm still standing frozen in one spot, hoping my mini-panic attack will go away when I spot something familiar. 1117. My locker number. I only glanced at it when Mrs. Stephens handed me my schedule. I'm weird about numbers. I can remember them like a photograph in my head but I totally suck at math. This number also happens to be Dad's birthday. November seventeenth. I see it everywhere. I almost always happen to look at the clock and find that it's 11:17. And now it's my locker number. Maybe the universe enjoys screwing with me.