Novel & Cerita Wala Na Malungkot Na Ako Everyday

Loathefiya stared at her doll quietly then she blasted and cried out aloud "why do everyone I love dies?WHY?.... NO ONE LIVES BY ME. I LIVE AS A CURSE CHILD...SOB..SOB" She hugged her doll and sat tightly around herself crying nonstop. Her tears floated in her clothes and her doll getting soaked. She said by breathing hard and crying loudly asking why do I have love? Everyone dies due to it. Mama!..... Papa!..... Naha!!.... Waaaaaaa! Where are they?.....Why are they not taking me with them?..They leave...They close their eyes on me .and it hurts.....it hurts that way.....I don't want to live this way....I don't wish this way....." she cried the whole day there crying for losing her loved one

I hanged up. It's a new day for me tomorrow. I failed Leticia. I hurt myself. I let go of Lucas. I left my son crying for me. What a life. PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! I needed to be strong. I don't give up, right? Normal.dotm 0 0 1 692 3949 zernan 32 7 4849 12.256 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable

I stupidly ask and he doesn’t answer. We spend a few seconds simply looking into each other’s eyes and I can feel that even if our pain is different, they’re also quite similar. Keelan doesn’t want to live, me I want to live but I’m tired of having to fight against my demons; most of the days they are winning the war and I simply have to curl myself into a small ball and endure all the guilt, the regret, the self loathing, the grief.

I thought. "Akala mo ba ay hindi namin napapansin na nagkukulong ka dito sa mansyon? Gumigising sa umaga na parang normal lang ang mga araw? Na hindi mahalaga ang bawat araw na dumadaan? You been like that unconciously these past few days, Althea. Alam mo ba iyon?" I blinked and my tears started to welled up in my eyes. Nuong una, hindi ko napansin iyon sa sarili ko. Pero nung mga sumunod na araw, napagtanto ko na ganuon nga ang ginagawa ko.

Akesha’s Point of View This is the most awful day of my life. I don’t have enough money, the bus hasn’t arrive and someone’s making a scene in our apartment. And here I am running to go home as fast I can. I am so tired. I want some rest and have nothing to think so much. I really wanted to cry right now because I’m really exhausted. But, I don’t have time to cry. I have to be strong. I have to.

I started wandering around wanting to find light that could guide me. I am so unlucky this day. I’m not just weak physically but also emotionally. Ito pala ang pakiramdam na maging bulag. You can wander around without a certain destination, no place to go in this darkness. Hindi nagtagal sa aking paglalakad ay bigla akong napahinto dahil sa pagod. I sat down and embraced my knees. I’m really pathetic. Kahit anong gawin ko to change and be like Lady Marina, in the end of the day I’m just Nina Facelo who is weak and useless.

he held my hand. “I'm so tired, I'm tired of everything. I acted like I was okay, but I was not. I never became okay. I am tired of being worthless. I'm so helpless, Marcus.” I can’t stop crying out loud about all the feelings that I hid years ago. “I'm not okay when my Aunt and Malia treated me like trash. I'm not okay when I lose everything and end up with nothing. I'm not okay; I never became okay; it hurts,” I held my chest. All the sorrows were stuck here.

Luca’s POV I wake up feeling utterly drained, my body heavy with fatigue and my heart weighed down with sorrow. I lie there for a moment, staring blankly at the ceiling, wishing I could sleep for just a little longer, if only to avoid facing the reality of today. The exhaustion isn’t just physical. It’s emotional. Mental. It’s like I’ve been running a marathon in my heart for five years, and now that I’ve collapsed, no one’s there to catch me.

Masyado kaming pinagkakaitan ng tadhana ng karapatang maging masaya sa piling ng aming mga mahal sa buhay. Dinig kong mas lalong lumakas ang kaniyang pag iyak at hikbi hanggang sa punitin na nito ang sulat. Mahigpit ko siyang niyakap, dahil ramdam ko ang sakit ng mawalan ng mahal sa buhay. It hurts at my part to see my love crying. And with the fact that I can’t even able to share his pain and sadness were killing mew more. Hindi siya nagsalita at umimik, ngunit panay pa rin siya sa pag iyak. Kinimkim niya ng pagkalakas lakas ang kniyang kamay kasama ng kaniyang nararamdaman. I hate to see him crying and weak, but fact is fact even if it hurts, and we can’t deny that there’s no single person

Each word feels like a raw wound, exposing the scars I thought I had hidden away. "You’re right, Richie, this isn’t me. It’s my soul. It’s dark and empty, just like your love for me," I say, my voice trembling as more tears spill down my cheeks. I hadn’t intended to carry this burden today or think about everything that’s happened, but somehow, it all came flooding back, and it feels unbearable.