Pahitnya Hidup Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I can’t hold any longer I try once more, pulling on the bond, thrashing and screaming Into the nothingness that meets me. Devastation and utter shame course through me when a few drops slip the tight control I have on my bladder. I inch as close as I can to the side of the bed and cry when I lose control over my body and my bladder empties itself on the side of the bed. The hot liquid burns my insides and I have to grit my teeth not the scream out in pain. Nauseous from the pain, the shame and humiliation my breakfast works its way up my esophagus. I try and keep it down, but it’s too violent as it mixes with the memories of last night.

He has earned people's immense hate and loath. His is lowering his head and crying silently when she grabbed his shirt's collar and said angrily, " you are a sinner. Your sins are huge. My kids are too much unlucky that they have gotten a father like you. You have destroyed everything. I was leading a peaceful life until you enterd into my life. You have filled my life with too much tension and mental pressure".

A life not worth living; a life I've sacrificed so much for, yet it has done nothing but bring me more pain and sorrow. A life so cruel, that it gave me no happiness. A life you're shunned for being who you're; something I can't control but was born with. A

I just hate this life, this world. - Amanda ___ I just skipped the pages. ___ 15 th May 20yx Dear God, I have been a brave girl facing every problem but now I am scared to death. I am scared that my life will be taken before I meet my family. I hate this fate. I hope no one should suffer as I do. it's a sin to be an orphan or poor being shouldn't live in this rich people's world.

Being alive pangs, especially when you feel a trail of emotions burning inside you that need to be released but you can't do that. It hurts to be alive and helpless. I wonder when will this pain demise I'm continuously inhabiting in misery and it's not pleasant I just want to live a normal life but fate is not letting me I'm instead swimming in a sea of sorrows

He regarded the television, while I was in deep thought. Life is like the taste of beer. It will throw you a horrible taste of tribulations and problems and you would think that you cannot endure it. It will make you shiver into thinking that you'll be dead if you continue. Without knowing that if you just try getting through it, in the end, you will get immune from the pain and turn your life into a sweeter one by adding little chips of important memories that will contribute to the heat of satisfaction. I smiled at how I gave meaning to what he said a while ago about the beer.

“Life is not full of roses With the rose there comes thorns Life is not full of happiness With the happiness there comes sorrow Life is not what you see There is always face hidden behind the mask” Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine

It's a waste of time looking for nothing I can just die, the easiest solution! I even drank a little bit of sea water so I coughed because it was so salty! The taste is bad! So I stopped walking, well it was difficult in the first place to get closer to the water because my body was getting heavy since my clothes were wet and my head and eyes were hurting from crying. I. What the hell, I'm going to kill myself, I'm still going to suffer?! What Can I do what I did when it was bad in my past life and what I'm experiencing now is so bad?

“Jоеl, I’m so ѕоrrу уоu had tо go through something lіkе that. I саn оnlу іmаgіnе thе pain, but уоu саn’t bеrаtе yourself for living. Lіfе is so сruеl аt times but you dеѕеrvе hарріnеѕѕ tоо.” I рrеѕѕеd mу lірѕ аgаіnѕt his fоrеhеаd tо hеlр soothe thе аgоnу dеер inside.

The memories of my so-called friends. The memories of happy times. And then the memories of pain. Suffering. Grief. Hate. Anger. Loneliness. Regret. Why is life so harsh on me? As I have been here for too long, I can feel my real self appearing. I am weak. I am weak inside out. I am not what I want to think or what I want others to think. I am miserable. It's the truth. “ I told you. You - You shouldn't have provoked him. ” Gia grunts weakly as I try to move but fail to do so.