روايات وقصص ضمن Sad About Life

"Live well, my man. Don't end up like me." I didn't understand the meaning behind his words until I saw the news the next day. Timothy had jumped from a building and taken his life. I cried for three days straight and couldn't understand how the once proud, brilliant Timothy could have been driven to the point of suicide… It was only because of the money he gave me that I could continue my chemotherapy, though there was barely any effect. … On my birthday, a month later, the pain became so unbearable that I could barely breathe. The doctor told me I had a month left to live at most.

“Your life must be so sad, Doctor.” My eyes narrow and my face squeezes with tense muscles bulging on my forehead. “No, I live a busy life. I save lives and I try to make the world a safer place each and every day. The only thing that's sad is watching privileged people get better healthcare services than others.” Jayda scoffs and laughs out. “Good for you, Robinhood.” She teases, rolling her eyes. “Even a busy life can be miserable.” “I’m not—” I begin, but she cuts me off again.

What about you? "Just as unlucky as yours." I smiled at her. I didn't realise it until today... The world is too ironic. It takes sadness to know what happiness feels like. I realised that I wasn't the only one who'd had their world go upside down. There were others like her who stayed strong rather than trying to end their lives. There was one thing true about what my Dad told me once, "Life is like a piano. The white keys show happiness and the black keys show sadness, but as you venture on in life, remember that the black keys also make music."

I felt sick to my stomach. Sadie’s POV, I’ve been awake in this hospital now for two days. Strapped to this bed by my hands and feet. I can barely concentrate with all the meds in my system. I know that if I wanted out of here I could do it myself, but then they would all know and I would probably never see the light of day again. I just laid there and waited. My mother came to see me and started asking me all kinds of questions about Jacob and I just laid here and ignored her. I was so tired of going through this every time I’d slip up. I don’t know if it has been days or weeks in this hospital. It was my parent’s way of having control over me. A way to ground me in their own way. I haven’t

I mumbled, sourly, rolling my eyes. "Give him a break, he's the one extremely excited for our wedding," Rai stated and I smiled, excited for it myself. I thought about it all and shrugged as I dialed Fernando. I explained everything I wanted him to take care of and he was happy to hear about Rai and I. After hanging up, Rai grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the remainder of the museum. As we continued our tour my thoughts became scrambled in my brain as I recalled my father telling me that Death and Life couldn't be soulmates. I gritted my teeth and looked down feeling a jolt of sadness brushing my heart. I truly loved Rai, for that I had no doubt but I had loved Miguel and it hadn

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

"To kidnapped is not a fun sight Diego, especially at that age. Please just let me try..." "And kill yourself? you want to kill yourself?!!" "I worth it", I said. "And you feel like you don't have a worth , your life doesn't have a worth?". I shrugged sadly, "I don't anything to live for honestly so why not ", I said in a sad whisper.

I felt the warmth of his body against the whole of my own. “No…I can’t believe this. It’s just too sad…and none of it makes sense. I’m sorry…please leave me alone,” I wailed in a cracked voice. The wetness I felt on my cheeks told me that I was crying. I’m sorry, Lucien, but I just can’t accept what you just told me. If the foundation of my life is destroyed, how do I keep on living from now on?

Sadie I. Am. So. Doomed. This is it. This is where my life will end. Fucking hell kind of life am I living at this point? This is where I’ll be going to jail and bring people around me down. I will bring Agon down...I’ll see you all in the afterlife. I hope Anya’s mother will give me a chance to pray and bid farewell to my family and friends and future. Now I close my eyes and put my hands together. God, you lead my way now.

“I heard somewhere that telling someone that you shouldn’t be sad because someone else has it worse is like telling someone you can’t be happy because someone else has it better and that day I got first-hand experience on this topic” “Sometimes people tend to forget the difference between being positive and avoiding your problems, don't you think?” “True” “So then what happened?” “One day I was at a shoot and Ryan was the photographer, we were in the sets since morning I was surrounded by people all day and my mind was surrounded by the thought of what an horror show my life had become after the shoot wrapped up and as soon as I stepped into my green room I broke down into tears” *** _Flashb