Why Do I Suck Novels & Stories

" WHYYY? WHAT DID I'VE DONE WRONG!! *Sniffed* WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPENED TO ME? WHY I'M SO FRAGILE? WHY I'M ALWAYS FOOLED BY SOMEONE? WHYYYYYY? " I cried, literally in pain. " Why does nobody loves me? " " I do love you! "

HOW COME YOU ARE SO DUMB? Will_the_devil REASON NUMBER 1: I WAS BROUGHT UP IN A PALACE. REASON NUMBER 2: I NEVER CAME IN CONACT WITH ANY OTHER KID FROM OUTSIDE OF THE PALACE. REASON NUMBER 3: I NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NEVER FELT THE NEED TO LEARN THIS GEN Z VOCABULARY. I_pooped :000 THAT'S KINDA SAD, YOU KNOW. Will_the_devil ... I_pooped

If I didn’t, I would probably have indigestion. I’m not good at socializing and stuff like that. I’m a quiet, almost introvert person who don’t know how to start a conversation so don’t expect me to lift this damn mood easily. “ Oh, wow. This cake is delish.” “No, it’s not.” F*ck. Can’t you just go with the flow, dude? I’m about to die of suffocation in this heavy atmosphere, damn it! “H-Have you tried it?” “Yeah. And it’s horrible compared to the food I ate before.”

Why do I feel so defeated? I let my wet hair fall to my sides as I slumped in dismay. There's no point, so I did not even bother to dray it with a towel. I had let it drip water on my robe since I couldn't be bothered to act all responsible and well put together anymore. Who fucking cares? I have nobody to impress anyway. This freaking sucks. I was really waiting for something more to happen. I thought that by now he'd be more risky. But I guess he just wants to hear my shower running and immediately run out when it stops. Dang it, why am I like this?

Why am I alive? I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to let all my pain out. I want to cry at a waterfall. I won't scream until my heart is satisfied. I want to cry until I don't have any tears left. I won't let my heart out once. It's like a heavy burden on my chest that is eating me. It's eating my soul. It's killing me. Why can't I even cry? I never did something wrong. I had to go through this. Does God hate me?

why i can't be just shut upp? ___

Everything should be just fine. But no. There’s a problem. One I hate with every fiber of my being. No matter how much sex I have, no matter how many women I take to bed, no matter the hours I spend inside them…I never, ever get satisfied. Not even a little. And it’s not just annoying, it’s draining the hell out of me. Why can’t any woman satisfy me? Why the fuck is it only getting worse? I have money, power, and control, but this one thing keeps eating at me.

“I didn't mean to grab you like that. I know you said not to grab you just anywhere. I'm really sorry-” “Have you sucked a dick before?” I nearly choked on my words upon hearing that and my face burned in embarrassment. “Wh-What? I-I mean- what do you— do you think I have— no, I haven't— was that what it seemed— no, no, no, no. Get out of my head!” “Well it sure seemed like it. You sucked my soul out of my body.” Oh my world! “Please stop talking,” I pressed my lips in a thin line, gripping the wheels too tight.

he was talking about me, wasn't he? I feel sick to my stomach. Maybe it's the alcohol, perhaps it's the running so much, maybe it's the fact that my socks are torn and my feet are getting bloody from running on the hard cement this whole time, or maybe it's the conversation I overheard, but I fall down and vomit. Stupid boys, I'm better off without them.

-So, do you like music? -I ask interested. -I love music. -Why did you give up guitar? I... -she bites her lower lip, her nervousness tangible in the air, while I restrain the urge to run my fingers through it and force her to let it go- -I didn't feel good enough at it. In every aspect of my life, I've always been average, never outstanding, with music it was the same and I finally got tired of trying. I'm not good at instruments, I'm not good at singing, I'm content to be a spectator.