Today I Give Up Trying Novels & Stories

Whу nоt, thеrе’ѕ nоthіng mоrе I can dо tоdау. He’s рrоbаblу lосkеd mе іn. I’ve gоt no рhоnе аnd no money. There’s nоthіng lеft tо dо, еxсерt рісk up thе pieces of mу ѕhаttеrеd ego аnd mаkе a go of іt. I’m nobody’s vісtіm. Not anymore.

The beeping, the hushed voices, everything, they all suck balls. I want to say something. Open my mouth and tell them all to fuck off. To bring me my sun chair and margarita. I earned some tasty booze, I earned heaven. I tried to be a good mother and wife. I tried to be the best! Maybe I was a failure, but it wasn't for lack of trying. I died trying to be the best I could be. I earned better than this annoying bullshit, whatever this is.

The third time Charles cheated on me, I broke down, grabbed a knife, and pressed it to my chest. "If I die today, the Moon Goddess will punish you. This is what you get for cheating!" That was what frightened him. The blade was silver. If it so much as touched my skin, the wound would never heal. My mother rushed over to wrestle the knife away from me. "Zoe, no matter what happens, don't hurt yourself!" "Leave me alone and let me die. He's out there chasing other women, so I'll die right in front of him!" In the struggle, the knife went straight into my mother's chest. She clutched at it, and blood soaked red through her clothes. She was barely breathing, and still she held on to my shirt. "

Even now, he was still trying to threaten me. I turned back and held up my phone. “It’s twelve oh one.” Ryan’s expression was almost impressive. I went back to my room and threw myself into the dark. One last time. I would let myself fall apart one last time. I would be sad over him one last time. But just as dawn began to break, my mom pushed open my door. “What happened between you two? Ryan came over first thing this morning.”

Maybe I could try to live again, even if I was still carrying this ache. Slowly, I sat up, and that tiny feeling grew, something like determination. I was tired of lying here, tired of feeling broken and empty. Tired of letting this rejection define me. I pushed back the covers and stood up.. My room was a mess—clothes everywhere, books and notebooks left open, the remains of meals I’d half-heartedly tried to eat. Days of not caring left behind in disarray. I sighed, rubbed my eyes. “Today,” I whispered to myself. “Today, I’m going to try.”

It's not good for us if mother finds a single dust on anything. Asking everyone to massage my body, it's like I am alone, only howling like mental. Didn't find a single ear for it. We went to bed. I messaged mom with a range of five hundred words, not less than my previous messages. I can't move my legs and hands. It's stuck as muscle stretches. I didn't join Jim in my life. David went for a week and forgot everything.

Into the abyss. I tried. Hell, I tried... But I'm tired. And I don't want to fight back anymore. So, I welcome it with open arms. I surrender into nothingness and it's one of the best feelings I have ever felt.

no matter what! Nobody is perfect and that’s where I always lose myself whenever I try to give us a chance but this time, I will try harder.

“What exactly is holding you, Mom? Why can't you break free and wake up to me? I'm tired of seeing you like this; our life is ruined because of your condition; everything we have ever worked for is going down the drain, slipping off our palms like magic. I'm tired” I soiled my clothes with tears but I cared less. This was the only way I could express my bitterness. Life was truly unfair to me but what would I do? I had to dance to the sad music it was playing for me. When everything was going smoothly in my life, I was a very good motivational speaker. My social media handles were filled with “do not give up,” “no condition is permanent,” “after rain comes shine,” and related content. But no

Tomorrow was graduation day, I tried to cheer myself up. But it didn’t work. Not even a little bit. Not even… at all.