What So Wrong About Your Life Novels & Stories

Life- I filled my lungs with the scent of pinecones and wood, still deep in thought. ''What's life?'' I asked to no one in particular, didn't even expect an answer. ''Life?...Hmm. Life is complicated. Life is made by the choices you make....Its a shit load of problems'' He frowned into his cup. It seemed there was something wrong with the cup or rather there was something wrong with my question. ''Does that mean I made wrong choices?''

“So what? Are my life and my child’s life not worth anything to you? “If that’s really how you think, don’t you find yourself incredibly selfish?”

"Don't be so gullible. If the crash had really been that bad, that selfish brat would've dragged Felix down with him. How would Felix still be standing here, perfectly fine?" Caitlyn came over to comfort Mom, too. "Exactly, Mrs. Goodman. Sean is tough. He won't die so easily. If anything, it's a wonder no one else has died because of him." Ashley, lazily munching on an apple, muttered, "Wouldn't it be good if that annoying brat was dead? What's there to be worried about?" Though I always knew they were biased toward Felix, I never expected that I was so worthless in their eyes.

My life was like a joke because I was too blind to see. What was on my mind? I was just a stupid little werewolf who didn't deserve anything good in my life. My mother died because of giving birth to me. My father abandoned me. My mate abhorred me. My friend betrayed me. Was there anything worth living for in my life at all? I suddenly realized that deep in my mind, there must be a secret drive of self-destruction hidden. My whole life was a mistake. I walked around, assuming that I was living an unapologetic life. But deep in my mind, I knew everyone would be better off without me... their lives would be less miserable.

During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic. The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples. The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband. We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment. But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit." I was about to push the door open and tell them

I said, looking down at my ruined coffee spilled out on the floor, wasted completely, several minutes of delicate effort that will just be swept up with a mop. “Yes,” she stood firmly on her ground, “you already have a good family, they are wealthy and love you too. Unlike me, Mark is all I have, but it's you wearing my ring, living my life as Mrs Gray. I haven't complained once, and yet you still turn your nose up at me and treat me like I'm trash. Just tell me how that's fair!” I took a step back to admire the mental gymnastics it took her to make me the villain in this.

“Life is unfair. I'm ugly, I have a bad build, my income is nearly non-existing, I over-think until I can't do anything, I'm wishy-washy, people make fun of everything I do, and I have no confidence in my ability to face the world. One tiny problem can end it all for me. How is someone like me supposed to beat someone strong like you?” This might have been the first time I ever said something like that to a stranger. “But that's all fine. Because life's not fair. You don't get results just by trying hard. If you could, I would, but life doesn't have rules. No rewards, no right answers. As a game, it's a piece of shit. If there's no right answer, then there's no point in trying. And I hate t

"Let me go!" "You are all bastards! Why my kindness turn into my mistake? Why you all choose to ignore me and humiliate me? Why?! What did I do wrong?!" "No! I did nothing wrong! I worked hard. I got full scholarships. I found a good job. Only because of that fucking stupid marriage, my life is totally ruined!"

As soon enough he inhaled loudly and exhaled an exhausting voice, and low laughing with his eyes lingering on me. Making me feel dead at the very right moment. What did I do so wrong in my life that everything worst have happened with me in the past, why just me? Why am I the only person description have took over. Why? God! What did I ever do so wrong? If I ever had made a mistake in my life I wouldn't have gotten angry. But I never did anything wrong? Then why am I the only one suffering here?

I have some okay days, day when I’m romance by sexy tick guy and then at the drop of a hat I want to slit my wrists. I wonder what it would be like to be normally happy. I have been in therapy and nothing seems to be improving. I think it because they are trying to tell me that my life style is wrong. But how can something that feels so good be so wrong. I never got up one day and said ill be like this, this was all way me from as long as I can