What So Wrong About Your Life Novels & Stories

"Brian, what the fuck man? Why аrе уоu calling me so mаnу tіmеѕ?" "Dude, what's wrоng wіth you? Yоu dоn't аnѕwеr, I hаvеn't ѕееn уоu, аnd уоur раrеntѕ ѕау уоu аrе dеаthlу іll. Whаt thе fuсk?" "Juѕt ѕісk mаn." "Bullѕhіt. What's wrоng?"

On the day Mom transfers the house to my younger brother, Elio Campbell, I'm busy paying off his fourth credit card. "You're his older sister. It's your duty to take care of your younger brother. The house may be in his name, but you'll always have a room here," she reminds me. However, later on, my sister-in-law, Bonnie Smith, transforms that room into a nursery without even consulting me. At the ripe old age of 38, I'm single, homeless, and have no savings. Mom tells me, "Your brother's second child is starting kindergarten soon. Why don't you help out with the tuition? It's not like you have much to spend your money on anyway." I chip in because I still care about my family. I'm d

“Fine. You’re right, I can’t ask the guys what they’re saying. So I’m asking you. Why would you have been talking about killing yourself? What the fuck, Sean?” The pause was so long Lucas thought Sean wasn’t going to answer. It felt like Sean had been looking for some sort of password and Lucas hadn’t given him the right one. But finally, in a small, almost childish voice Sean said, “Do you ever feel like everything’s gone wrong? Like…like your whole life is you stuck in traffic on the highway and there’s no off-ramps and it sucks where you are and you aren’t even fucking moving…”

What he didn't know was that those words no longer had any effect on me. Everything he had done had already completely disappointed me. I nodded. "Then let's call it off." "What did you say?" Ethan froze, his face filled with shock. "Celeste, you want to call off our engagement? Over something this small? Over a few words? Your temper is getting worse and worse!" I let out a cold laugh. "Something this small? Mia killed a person. And you? Even when you believed the person lying in the hospital was my father, you still chose to protect her, and you never treated me as your future wife.

"That's your right. But we will try to help you so that you can return to your former life. – What kind of life? I live in a monastery. – Then how did you end up in the hospital?" You will not be able to do this because you have memory impairment, which is characteristic of this disease. The question is not that it's all fiction and that you're sick. The question is, what makes sense to you? You have to decide. Which is better? Living a real life with the knowledge that you're sick? Or enjoy a meaningful life, a fictional disease?

Four years ago. I hate school and I hate people. Why can't people mind their own business and let other people live their lives? I mean, I know we should surround ourselves with positive people and be social, but we can also choose to be alone. I like being alone and minding my own business, but others seem to have a problem with that.

I was so angry. Nothing ever goes as planned for me. Everything is wrong, so wrong. Am I that bad, that I don't deserve to be happy? To have what I want? Why does everything always go right for everyone else but me? I hate this world, I hate this life. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

I know he’ll be huge down there, it is just the way I like it. “Oh my God! Don’t tell me you don’t see anything wrong in what you are doing, Rett. For fucks sake, you are fantasizing about a guy right in front of me, and you think it’s okay? What kind of a person are you? You fucking ruined my life!

My mom was a computer genius with a PhD who works in Silicon Valley. Shortly after I was born, she created an AI robot sister modeled after me. Mom said my AI robot sister was equipped with the world's most accurate child behavior evaluation system. The moment I made a mistake, it would detect it. From then on, my AI robot sister became the judge of my life. Whenever she issued a warning, even when I had done nothing wrong, all I received was punishment. I tried to defend myself before. But Mom said the robot she built with her own hands could never make a mistake, and she became even more convinced that I was an inferior child. On my birthday, Mom took my sister and me to participate in an

I haven’t cried for so long trying to keep it all to myself; trying to keep all my shit together just so I won’t fall into my own dark abyss again. “I’m sorry for almost wanting to keep to you about what was really happening,” I uttered. Mila and Sophie smiled as they hold my hand… without them, I would have gotten crazy with all the things going around. I mean, how did it go from getting fired because of my management issues to being involved with a guy with a superiority complex? Is really living normally—like any other people my age—far from normal? I mean… is this even living? I feel like I’m barely even alive. I can’t even breathe much. It feels like I’m consuming the wrong oxygen to fe