When Life Sucks Novels & Stories

Was I evil or did I do anything bad in my past life for my present life to suck so much? I kept crying and running. My hair plastered on my face. I didn't know where I was going. My legs finally stopped at a club. Its neon lights shone brightly, tempting me. I've never been into a club. And now I know why people came here. They came here to forget all their sorrows, to enjoy life since it's so short and it always finds a way to suck so much.

The circle is endless, pathetic, and miserable, the circle of my life. The last time I went to the doctor, I had to lie that a huge monster with scary teeth was chasing me in my dreams. That the same monster keeps appearing every day and chasing me. That's my whole life at a glance, the highs and lows. All the happy moments are now nightmares. All the things that used to make me happy just ensure I'm sad every day. That's my whole life in a flash. The story of my life. Dear God…

"I'm sorry, Mom. It's my fault for being so useless. Let's go home. This time, I'll definitely keep you safe." I held the bundle of ashes tightly in my arms, like I was cradling the most precious treasure in the world. Then, I staggered to my feet. "Let's go home, Mom…" But just then, the warehouse doors were kicked open. The leader of the loan sharks stood at the entrance with more than a dozen thugs behind him, who were all sneering at us. "Trying to leave? Where's the money then?" Randall immediately hid behind Alicia, his voice trembling as he exclaimed, "Save me, Alicia. T-They'll kill me!"

I had to swallow my spit four more times before it went down, way too lazy to get up and search for water. God, my life sucked.

I’ve never been more proud of her. It’s like watching a poet of profanity find her muse. There are also messages from Rosalyn. From coworkers. Some kind. Some... vulture-like. Picking at the edges of my anxiety, pretending to check in while really just sniffing for gossip. I can’t deal with any of them. Not now. I scroll through Spotify and click my “Life Fucking Sucks” playlist. “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit blasts through the speaker. Middle school me is thriving.

Then they frown at me for not being good enough before sending me away with a flea in my ear for wasting their time. So I’ll say it again. F*ck my life. Now, after another fruitless day of job-hunting, I’m starving, exhausted, and holding on tight to my last few coins, just enough for a bus ride back home. Oh, and apparently su*cidal too because the bridge on the other side of the road is looking more and more tempting by the minute. It would be so easy...if I weren't almost certain that with my luck, instead of finally resting in peace, I'd only break my bones or get hospitalised for hypothermia. Which would only mean more expenses when I can’t even afford to buy myself something to eat. Co

Talk about the best things that life offers, only to be taken from you. When did I start drowning in this hellish sinkhole ? Oh yes, I remember, when Lex came in my life and asked the nerd on a date. Sinking down on the floor, against the door, I could do nothing but cry and scream of what I had become. Life robbed me of everything. Now I was going to let it rob my own life.

it was all too much. But every time I closed my eyes, Richard’s damn wink replayed in my head like a cursed GIF. “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “The man who once complained about PDA at Starbucks is currently getting his dick rubbed by a stranger. What is life?” Gabriella’s laugh sparkled. “Maybe he’s just… finally living a little.” “Living?” I scoffed. “That’s not living... that’s… that’s him speed-running through the Seven Deadly Sins in one bathroom hallway.”

I weeped bitterly. Maybe I just don't deserve to live a life brewing of ecstasy. Where is life trying to push me to? Where are people in this life trying to end my life? I am tired God! I am fed up, of life!

I blurted out, I was about to sleep in the middle of the road in mud. I started sobbing, tequila was mixing very badly with my blood. Everything was turning black, maybe this is it! My life was becoming hell, no wait for a second, my life has always been hell with no direction and state of mind. It's good if I die today then, I will be away from all the drama of my life and then this person will be very pleased with my misery of life. After all, he only cares about his power, money and image with no feelings, oh yes he does care about girls.