When Life Sucks Novels & Stories

Clarence groaned when he felt Susan's pussy sliding down onto his cock after she had sucked on him for a minute or so. "Yeah, life sucks, then you die," Zach said, his hands full of Krista's breasts while she fucked him. "Ahhhh, I'm going to cum," Clarence gasped a few minutes later.

Fuck it! My life was shit! It has always been shit! I always found a way to do things I wasn’t supposed to do at a certain age. It was all just infuriating and annoying. Once again, I was unemployed and useless to the world. Maybe I was cursed by my village people back home in Nigeria. They probably saw how brightly I shone and then they were trying to make sure I never shine like that. Whatever it was, it was disgusting and annoying. I hated my life.

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

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

Liv I sighed, leaning my head back. "Both? I don't know, it's all so fucked, Ava's pregnant, threatens to kill the baby if I don't back off forever, I snap back something mean, Mom slaps me, Dad yells, everyone sides with her, I run out, no purse, end up here classic Liv screw-up, right?"

Just fuck my life. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Don't be so gullible. If the crash had really been that bad, that selfish brat would've dragged Felix down with him. How would Felix still be standing here, perfectly fine?" Caitlyn came over to comfort Mom, too. "Exactly, Mrs. Goodman. Sean is tough. He won't die so easily. If anything, it's a wonder no one else has died because of him." Ashley, lazily munching on an apple, muttered, "Wouldn't it be good if that annoying brat was dead? What's there to be worried about?" Though I always knew they were biased toward Felix, I never expected that I was so worthless in their eyes.

"You suck bro!" This is exactly what I needed, an impromptu game of Karaoke on a late Tuesday evening with close family. These past few days have been literal hell, the amount of mental strain and stress I've been under is quite indescribable. All of the fuckery I've dealt with over the years are slowly chipping away at my psyche to expose a broken shell of me. It's a wonder how I actually remain sane after all this time, this industry literally sucks the damning life out of you. All in all I just can't bare to be alone for the remainder of the day, it will be nice to forget everything for a few hours.

Living a baseless and useless life. Laughter ripples out of me so loud that my voice bounces off each corner of the room. It’s laughable how I cried about how shitty my life had been just a week ago. It’s laughable how I prayed to the universe to give me a new life. A better life. And then poof. Here I am. Locked up like a dog. Living the same life I had in the past except, these people subjecting me to this suffering are strangers. People I don’t know.

A shitty job repeating itself like a tormenting nightmare — day after day, the same bullshit, until it finally breaks you. C. A bitchy wife or girlfriend who won’t stop whining all fucking night long — the kind that makes you want to lock them in a cupboard and lose the key. D. The shit in general. The kind of relentless, soul-sucking crap that fucks you up from the inside out. Or my personal favourite… E. Just because I fucking want to. I’d love to say yes to all of the above, but I won’t. Nick was born. Joanne died. And life never really recovered after that.