When Life Suck Novels & Stories

Today is just not it for me and that’s a fact But then again, you come to my world just to get your mind off your work and studies cause you think my life’s cool and I’m always supposed to have fresh content for you just like them damn influencers so I’m sorry for today, I am mentally apologizing that today sucks for not just me, but you too. Soo… I’m sorry beautiful Mademoiselles, I will try to be more creative with my life other than reading magazines and listening to tapping sounds from laptops. On second thought, why don’t I just get out of this bloody building so we can go do something fun right? But how sure am I that things would get any better. Oh yeah, Things could be way better

That didn’t happen, so I babysat so I could get out of the house every chance possible. I remember living much of my childhood despising the hand I was dealt. Feeling sorry for myself. Feeling as if I deserved better, but never believing it to be possible. I am aware there are plenty of others far worse off than myself and I am grief-stricken for those people. No matter how bad I feel for others, I still have disdain for my own pathetic existence. I have seen some crazy stuff that, luckily for me, happened to other people. The simplest way I can break it down is, life sucks, no matter who you are. It all boils down to how you deal with your problems. I don’t deal with mine well. I know bette

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ The next morning My entire life seems to be an ongoing series of bad decisions, written by some sadistic design; One epic fuck up after the next without any planned season finales. It’s remarkable really...because unlike most naturally unfortunate people who have every right to bitch and moan over their situations, I don’t have an excuse for the trouble I find myself in.

Austin won't even give me a pity fuck when he knows I'm going to die. I lay in the dark feeling sorry for myself. I really need to suck it up. Suck up the disappointment called life. Suck up the fact that I will die and no one will care. To make this entire day worse, I turned on the flashlight and the batteries failed within two minutes. If I'm lucky, I'll die down here tonight just like the flashlight batteries. I could probably tear the blanket and fashion a noose. That would work if I wasn't a chicken shit. I've thought of suicide most of my life and have never been able to take that final step. Now is no different. After yawning and trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, I mana

Eric just smiled sadly and left, living a carefree life. For two years he was outside working for a living running this and that. He works in a small company, the salary is enough to live, in addition, he is also a good doctor, but he can't work for long because other people insult him. Eric also has no will to live, so he doesn't care if he earns a lot of money or not. Everything he endured was enough to make him feel like he wanted to die. He stood on the mountain, his eyes drifting away, absently touching the ring on his hand that was given to him by his grandmother before she died. Only she was the one who loved him, accepted him, but she left too soon for him to return.

"You didn't, man. I'm so excited for you and Addie. This is just my shit. Shit I need to get over." "Man, I don't know that I'd ever get over what you've had to live through. I think you need to give yourself more credit than you have. Life sucks, especially when you've had everything you've ever wanted and it gets ripped from your hands." Or from Mandy's belly.

It didn't seem fair but what about my life or anyone's life was fair. Everyday good people find themselves doing things we never thought we would do, being people we never thought we would turn out to be while assholes like Nick get to live happily ever after. Nothing about this life screams fair and I should be used to it by now but each time life knocks the air out of my lungs and I am left standing outside a mansion reliving the most painful part of my existence, just struggling to catch my breath. I can't breathe. I am struggling and I can't breathe.

“Kill me. I've lived a life of misery, known nothing but pain since the day I was born.” She paused, sighing heavily. “I don’t know what you have in store to make my life miserable, but I doubt it could be worse than what I’ve endured within these walls. Look at me... just look at me. Do I look like someone who’s ever tasted the sweetness of life?”

Who can I trust now? Yeah, life sucks.

She was hell horrible, when she was drunk. But again, Life fucks with everyone! It gives you... What you don't want at all.