Pahitnya Hidup Novels & Stories

, One of them said. "Yeah, that's the beauty of life, come to think of it, how would life be if we always had everything we wanted? Imagine if we never fall sick, have to lose loved ones, experience rejection as wolves, get killed, war, and the rest. Pain, tears, and sorrow give beauty to life, don't you think?" They were all silent as they pondered on what I said, "Yeah, that's right, and that's why we are going to inflict some pain on you, how about that?"

Why can’t I even control my own life? How pathetic this life is.

"Can I say something?" "Of course," I insisted. "Vo jindagi kya jindagi jisme maut ka khauf na ho, Vo bandgi kya bandgi jisme bichode ka dard na ho, Vo mohobbat kya mohobbat jisme parwane ki maut na ho, Or vo taqdir kya taqdir jisme har sukh dukh ki chot na ho," "Bhot khoob" "Amazing," This truly was.

pero hindi pala. Everything becomes blurrier when you grow up. Mas komplikado, mas mabigat, mas masakit minsan, pero siguro 'yun din 'yung dahilan kung bakit mahalaga 'yung mga taong pinipiling manatili. 'Yung mga taong hahawakan ang kamay mo habang sabay kayong naliligaw... and maybe that’s the cruelest thing about growing up—you spend your childhood wanting it so badly, only to realize later that nobody actually teaches you how to survive it.

I couldn’t contain the pain I was feeling. Life was more than living or making plans. It was worth more than doing what you wanted and trying to be happy. It was something much deeper. Perhaps, the best definition is, life has nothing to do with anyone. We only just exist for how long it wants to and when the time is up, it doesn’t care if you were just about to achieve your goals or trying to be happy. It also didn’t matter if you were an only child. It was a bitch. A bitch to deal with.

"you are right but we do not have the power to avoid meeting them right, if God wants us to meet or relate to rich people what can we do? Baby looks very upset when she remembers things that make her sad especially because of Dollan's parents. Often we connect with people who don't like us and don't know why they are like that? Often we choose to stay away and don't want to deal with people who hate us or don't like us but they actually make our lives dizzy because of their outrageous actions because of their personal satisfaction they are willing to do evil things to people who they don't like. "I think life is really hard for people like us, people who don't have wealth and power." Baby ag

"If we are talking about this critically ,my whole year has been shitty ... Scratch that my whole life has been a whole lot of what you call bullshit " "Why was I even brought into this world my life is worse that a horror film because it's not a film or a nightmare but a fucking reality" I say ,the frustration at this point is frustrating and at this point me think about how frustrating my frustration is ,is making me more frustrated and the fact that I have said the word frustration more than twice is totally annoying and nerve-wracking because if I say that word one more time I might actually shoot myself in the head with a gun .

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.