When Life Suck Mga Nobela at Kwento

The sudden feeling of loneliness creeps up and embraces me from within, and in an instance, I was in an overwhelming state of crumbling yet again. "Fuck life," I say again, slumping to the ground like a ragged doll who has yet to be born. When will this nightmare end?

It was then that I found myself staring blankly into my mirror, sitting half limp in my chair as the dread of being…lost suddenly took over. With such conflicted feelings plaguing me, I couldn’t help the harsh chuckle that escaped my lips. Staring at the mirror, I simply looked at my reflection and sighed. “Life sucks, doesn’t it?” I mumbled to myself. “Surely…things can’t be that bad.”

2 months later My life was not any less fucked up. As always, luck was nowhere to be found. I know everyone says those who work hard don't need luck, but that's bullshit. What are you going to say when you are left behind just because of one shit or when, while giving an exam, you fail a subject by one mark? It sucks. Luck rules everything. I thought I would get a job at a prestigious school as a teacher, but out of 10, nine got selected, and I got left out. Wow, my life. I salute my life for that. It always found a way to show me how pathetic I was.

But it seems to be so impregnated in me that the drink won't allow me to forget. I cry for a long time for myself, for her, for life, and I feel I am going to collapse. Life really sucks, and no matter how much money we have, nothing is easy. They say that money doesn't bring happiness, but you can cry in Paris. Phrases from stupid people who have no idea of the true suffering of a millionaire but lonely person.

“That fucking sucks.” She laughed so hard a bit of wine sloshed over the side of her glass. “Yeah, that’s the helping professions for you. And life. Everything sucks until you die.” I sucked in a deep breath and rolled over. “Just like trauma, I guess. It’ll never go away, but you learn to live with it.” “I’ll drink to that.” Lauren raised her glass. I knocked my half-empty one against hers. “Thank you, you know. I never could’ve done any of this without you.”

Lucas I hate my life, hell! I feel like dying, these days all I do is lock myself up in a room and count my mistakes over and over again wishing there is a way I can turn back the hands of time or even rewind time so I couldn't have made the terrible mistake that has cost me everything,

When it was concern, I felt like it was pity, and I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. A soft sob parted my lips and I quickly turned the stove off, moving the saucepan from the still hot front burner to the back burner. “Mercy,” he called softly as I turned and dug my face into his chest. My watery voice broke as I said, “I suck! I totally fucking suck, Marcel. MIT thinks I suck. Harvard thinks I suck. I’m sucky. I. Suck.” As hard as he tried, he couldn’t stop the chuckle that erupted from the back of his throat, only making me feel worse.

I blurted out, I was about to sleep in the middle of the road in mud. I started sobbing, tequila was mixing very badly with my blood. Everything was turning black, maybe this is it! My life was becoming hell, no wait for a second, my life has always been hell with no direction and state of mind. It's good if I die today then, I will be away from all the drama of my life and then this person will be very pleased with my misery of life. After all, he only cares about his power, money and image with no feelings, oh yes he does care about girls.

20— Conversation. The miseries of life never end. Or does it? Because as far as I have felt, we just get used to living with them in it. —Saumya Tripathi Having taken the sips, I gulped, and when my fits of cough subsided, silence followed.

Why does my life suck so much? Seriously. Nothing exciting ever happens. Just boring routine after boring routine. Now it is school. Except even that feels weird because of the pregnancy secret hanging over my head. And Elias waiting at home. My husband. My murderer husband. No sparks. No freedom. Just this heavy life I somehow ended up in. I do not want to go straight home. I do not want Elias asking questions. "How was it?" "Meet anyone cool?" I cannot deal with that. So instead I wander.