When Life Sucks Novels & Stories

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

I ran my tongue along the edge of the blade and licked any dripping blood that was on it from Marco. "Even if you are a jerk, you taste good." I took a look at him. I don't miss being human because people are so fragile. I mean, look at this guy. He's lying there lifeless. His head is chopped off into several pieces, and his body is turned into something that will make your turn stomach upside down. I feel that I trashed all means of his identification. It doesn't look like he has any tattoos, so I am done. I don't participate in any activities done in this modern world. I feel like a ghost, going through the motions of remembering what I once was. I do have a cellphone, but I use it sparing

“I'm in for anything, I just want to have my life back, I need to get myself back, I'm tired of living in this sorrowful, pitiable life. It's depressing, I'm going insane.” “But I hope your family will be okay with it?” “Go on with it, tell me, what's your plan?” [Fade out]

I smack him. “Oh, don’t be so surprised. You know we were born shit out of luck. But it’s fine, many have it even worse.” “Do they?” “Yes.” I say with a voice that clearly says this is not something I will negotiate. The sadistic belief in me that there has to be some people with even worse luck in their lives than me won’t let me realize just how shitty life I’ve had. It’s a form of denial, but it does me good. “We have each other, don’t we?”

I don’t care how much it costs as long as they receive the justice they deserve. I went down my newsfeed because I didn’t want to read any more fallacies. They were feeding people falsehoods to poison their minds. While scrolling down, I came across an advertisement that piqued my curiosity. Are you alive but feel dead? So why don’t you add value to your worthless life? Or perhaps are you looking for money? Why not exchange it for your life? We are seeking a new participant to join us at Live Suicide!

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,

I'm just a mistake, waste of an egg, waste of a sperm, waste of oxygen, waste of water, waste of food, waste of money, waste, just waste, nothing more, nothing better than a waste, a waste where even flies don't come for food, yes I'm that useless I just wanna fucking die but I'm too pathetic, a fucking coward I wish I was never born I don't wanna exist, why me? Out of all people I just wanna die FUCK WHY WON'T I JUST DIE WHY AM I A FUCKING PATHETIC USELESS WASTE OF SPACE... FUCKING TRASH I looked up at Luke changing my mind about sleeping. I opened the TV, put on a random show. I don't know exactly what I want "Are you okay?" Luke asked me, "Do you feel hurt?"

“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…”

"If we are talking about this critically ,my whole year has been shitty ... Scratch that my whole life has been a whole lot of what you call bullshit " "Why was I even brought into this world my life is worse that a horror film because it's not a film or a nightmare but a fucking reality" I say ,the frustration at this point is frustrating and at this point me think about how frustrating my frustration is ,is making me more frustrated and the fact that I have said the word frustration more than twice is totally annoying and nerve-wracking because if I say that word one more time I might actually shoot myself in the head with a gun .

Fuck this life! I crossed my arms, placing them on top of my knees. I leaned over it and let myself contain the panic rising in my core. A sob broke out of my lips as I pressed my eyes even tighter. Now, I'm one of them. One of the victims. Listening to their cries were sending me a terrible nightmare. My whole life, I was perfectly safe and this happened! How fucked up!