Novel & Cerita When Life Sucks

For her, I had given up on my dream of being a pianist. Yet, the moment Wilson appeared, he turned everything I had ever done into one big joke. When I didn't reply, the doctor went on, "Mr. Chance, it's best if you have family around to support you when undergoing chemotherapy. Does your wife know about this?" Raising my head to lock eyes with him, I answered calmly, "My love is dead." One hour later, I stumbled my way out of the hospital using the walls as support. Once some color had returned to my ghastly pale face, I took out my phone to call my younger brother's caretaker.

Luke stood there with two cans of beer and a box of pizza smiling goofily. "Come in," I waved him in and he entered. I took my former position on the couch as Luke set the pizza on the table and threw a can at me. "Life sucks, right?" He said after we had eaten almost half of the eightpieced snack. "Yeah," I took another refreshing gulp. "One minute everything's fine and the other, it all goes wrong again." "Maybe that's how it's supposed to be." "I'm sorry about today. I lost control."

May 17th Age: 19 Life is bullshit. That sappy happily ever after bullshit isn't real. I refuse to believe that that shit actually exists. That shit was only made up by people that already had happy lives to begin with. Us broken and forgotten ones don't get a happy ending. We are a disappointment and remain as such till the very end. July 18th Age: 20

And I would be behind the counter cooking some dinner for h… Focus. Just stay focused Xander and stop daydreaming, this is not Nirvana. In this life I lived, it's either you got your shit together, or you get buried 6 feet underground. Even being buried was more civilized. Bodies were found dumped in sewers and lakes, so yeah. Some people thought you’d have to be a really messed up fuck to live the life I do and actually enjoy it. But it was who I am, it was in me.

, 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?

Diving into a pool full of horse shit is way better than having memories of someone you never made up with. Life is a fucking whore, but it never gives you a good fuck. Anyways, let’s begin today’s confession. LIFE IS HARD THEN YOU DIE THEN THEY THROW DIRT IN YOUR FACE THEN THE WORMS EAT YOU BE GRATEFUL IT HAPPENS IN THAT ORDER  DAVID GERROLD

"I'm devastated, I'm sick, I feel useless. Why do you have to be that cruel to me? What's my fault all this time? If you hate me, go ahead! But please don't torture my life, I'm tired. Really ... I live just for the sake of it. Breathe, but just breath is still wrong in your eyes." "It's pathetic for me. Sorry ... Sorry, I look dramatic, you must be disgusted. And in my life plan, I once ask something, Luis, for 4 days, but the guy still seems forced to do it. Maybe, spending time with me sounds terrible and disgusting huh? I don't know,"

I pulled back, stunned. "Are you out of your mind? You're underage. I don't want this life for you. Do you think I enjoy men drooling over me? Grabbing at me like I'm some toy? This is survival, not glamour." "My life is already miserable!" she cried. "I dropped out of school. I'm broke. I sit in this hospital every day, staring at a sister who hasn't opened her eyes in over a year. God, I feel so useless. Just let me do this!" Tears brimmed in her eyes, but I couldn't give in.

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”