Sad About Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

So unfortunate. ---

And then I realized, I just live with it. “None,” I said, laughed a bit. “I learned to live with the sadness, sorrow, and grief. I don’t know how to stop or make myself happy.” She laughed. “You know what? Many people are still alive but already died years ago. Died at a young age yet continued leaving.” My eyebrows met, thinking about what she had said. It is not clear. It took me almost a minute to understand what she spitted. “You're right, and I guess I am one of them.”

she said, looking at me with eyes that clearly knew such pain. I lowered my head and sucked in a shaky breath. "I think that my soul died when he did. The me you see now is nothing but an empty shell. I tried to fill that shell with the remains of life, but I couldn't." Then I raised my eyes, locking them on her. "I need him, Sadako. I need to bring him back because that would mean bringing me back to life as well. I know that I might sound selfish, but it's time for me to stop fooling myself that I could ever be truly alive without him." Tears fell on the floor, marking the signs of my broken heart.

Because they understood the feeling all too well and they wouldn't want to burden another with it. "You lost your job and just like always, you've pushed me aside, come on, bro, I don't want to see you go through this again." Well, it's not like life has given him many choices to pick from. At this point, he has only one life choice, be miserable because every time he tries to be anything more, it comes crashing down his face, each time wrecking him harder than he had sunk before. There is no break for the living. Yet it's never better if you're dead either.

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

, He screamed her name making her tremble in fear again. Trust me, nobody wants to be sad. We all hate it when we feel weak, lost, and heavy in our hearts. We all want to get out of it desperately. So please don’t tell us “Don’t be sad.” There are times when sadness slaps you like a wind, and there is nothing you can do about it. You try everything, but nothing helps. So please accept that it’s okay to be sad.

It’s sad and frustrating as hell. I let my head drop back to eye level, trying to smash down all the emotions threatening to take over. “Look, you two not coming to see me, that’s okay. I’ve just been trying to come to terms with my life such as it is. I’m still trying to figure out who the hell I am and what I’ve gone through.” I shake my head, practically marveling at how fucked up my life is right now. “I’m just trying to figure it all out in the best way possible.”

I say, looking off into the distance. "It's okay to be sad. It's okay to feel what you need to feel and to let it all out" "I try not to. I'm an ex-military man, and they don't drill it into you to turn your emotions off for nothing. I try not to get sad because I own a company that needs someone strong..." "Being sad isn't a weakness. It's a definition" "Of what?" How can it be a definition. It's not as easy as that.

VIVIAN This week has been hell for me. I’ve cried my eyes out more than I thought was possible, but even the tears feel empty now. I’m exhausted. Tired of crying, tired of everything. And here, I am battling this sickness that could take my life any day. It feels like my body’s betraying me, just like the rest of my life has. I wish I had died back then with my parents in that accident. Because ever since they left me, it’s been nothing but a mess.

I want to scream out from the pain and sadness eating me up, I wish I died in that car crash with my parents, at least I wouldn't have to suffer this much. I hate when I feel sorry for myself, and that’s why I never let the Wesley brothers and Agatha see me beg or cry in front of them. But this night I just feel tired of it all, I can't wait to get to eighteen and run away from everything! I covered my mouth to muffle the sounds of my sobs, all I feel now is an overwhelming feeling of sadness and loneliness and I just want all of it to go away.