When Life Suck の小説・ストーリー

What's up bitches? It's always me. And always being me in a world of beautiful women fucking sucks. It sucks all the big ones. In all the places, it needs to suck. I can't stand sucking this much as a human being. Let alone a teen girl. Am I lame because I have no siblings?

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 press the button on my screen to end the call and rest my head against the car seat. Life really fucking sucks right now.

, I said. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I locked eyes with him. No really is it me or is it hot in here. "Listen, I understood everything you said, in details okay? but that's really deep really... I'm just imagining what you go through... I'm really sorry about that. But listen, okay you said and have said times without numbers that you're going to die soon and blah blah blah, that which I know you won't. But then let's assume you have cancer, and you know that you have limited time to live, what exactly are you supposed to use your life to do? sulk in your bedroom everyday?