Quotes Misery Novelas e Histórias

they replied both and leave me here in the living room all by myself. I heaved a sigh as I felt the sadness again in my heart. I was looking at the teddy bear on my lap and the face of my dead baby reflected on it. A bitter smile formed on my face and I saw how she happily smiled on me. My baby are now happy where she is right now but I'm still miserable stuck on my situation. If I had only not became stupid that time, she might still here. She will be in my arms at this moment not this teddy bear. In so much thoughts and sadness running on my mind and heart, I cried all the tears that wants to escape. I know that Mandy and Ana can hear me but I didn't mind. I cried out all my tears till it

I scroll through my I*******m page quizzically. "Your page is a little boring. Your captions are nearly the same. I just want you to tell me in advance when you want to post anything, I'll provide the caption, even fine tune it to suit you and the hashtags." I don't speak for fear of bursting into tears. I only nod and hand her back her phone. I lean on the balance bar in the elevator and struggle not to cry. Abdul has reduced me to a commodity and it hurts deeply. It hurts tht I don't matter, that my emotions do not matter.

Only if I reached my hand to her. I lowered my head in shame, not being able to speak anything. The overflowing sorrow filled me up and I couldn’t be able to stay composed anymore. I grit my teeth trying to contain the sensation of mourning but to no avail, there’s no path. I am inside a loop of misery, crumbling to dust with no hope of running away from this irrefutable reality. A sob escaped my lips as my grip on her hand tightened, My heart shattered as I let out deafening sound of cries, showing my anguish and the only sound I was able to produce was,

I got up, pacing around the office, my fingers in my hair tugging on my curls as I bent over my knees. “Fucccccccccck!” I roared. Amara jumped, Lois laughed, Margaret started a loud cry behind me. My life was over, my heart wasn’t beating anymore, it wasn’t pumping any blood—no rhythm, no nothing. A cold grip seeped into me, draining everything, leaving me empty, a familiar misery engulfing me. That misery that had nearly killed me when Robin left me… it was creeping back in. I closed my eyes, clenching tightly before colliding my fist into a glass vase, crushing everything to the ground.

The heaviness of my sorrow seemed to permeate every fiber of my being, saturating my thoughts, my movements, and my very existence. "Why?" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of frustration, sadness, and confusion. The raw emotion in my words was palpable, as if each syllable carried the weight of the world upon my shoulders. "Why does it always have to be me? Why am I the one who keeps finding myself in situations like this?" The questions lingered in the air, it’s echoes reverberating through the depths of my being, a haunting reminder of the torment that relentlessly ravaged my soul.

They say anything sharp, heavy or fast things can kill you aside from having an illness or being sick. but what if you don't have all the description but rather the feelings you have...Trauma, depression and anxiety that when it will mix all means creating a poison that will easily kill you within. I am looking right now at these couples with sadness on their faces and tears in their eyes. I can feel the mother's pain while explaining what happen to Millie. "W-What are we doing here Ma'am?"

I drew in a sharpy breath, trying to steady my voice, but it doesn’t help, I felt every single defense I kept up crumbling down. “He told me never to smile or laugh because it creeps him out, I don’t smile not because I don’t want to but because I can’t. I’m constantly reminded that I am not good enough at anything I do, I deserve to be alone and deserve every single bad thing that happens to me. If only I was never born… maybe my mother would be alive, and her husband who loves her so much might be able to let go of the pain and grief in his heart. So, tell me how is someone like me supposed to ever find happiness?”

Regret that I had made a very stupid mistake by taking someone's credit card, which landed me in this situation… Regret that I had aided in Jack's death and made his family helpless. And shame, shame that Massimo had reduced me to his play thing, not caring if I were human at all.

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.

“ this time, you wanted to see me. ” “ Why can’t I see you? Am I still not desperate enough? ” I questioned, walking to my right, trying to reach an end. “ No. You are not. Desperation rises from agony—from the pain that crushes your heart, the misery that kills you, and the despair that destructs you. You, my child, didn’t experience it. You lived a good life. You held yourself together. ” She spoke in the same soothing tone that never seemed to change.