Why Do I Suck Novels & Stories

’’ Justin uttered and I do not know what to say anymore and I can’t focus neither to answer him and end up just nodding to him. This is so freaking tiring. This day sucks. I mean, all of my days sucks. My life sucks.

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.

Why is my mind fucking blank. I'm cooked!

“Hey. He’s catching a ride with a buddy. He’s on his way.” I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to jar anything by nodding. I didn’t want to open my mouth because I’d say the wrong thing. Like why are you acting like this? And did you stop loving me so quickly? And obviously I need your help. I can’t do it without you. Silence. I opened my mouth, worked my jaw. “This sucks,” I said. “Completely. Did you tick that demon off in an earlier life or what?”

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

Alex Nothing feels the same anymore. Everything around me feels heavy, wrong—like I’m slowly sinking and no one even notices. I’m completely drained, from home to work, trapped in a cycle that leaves no room to breathe. Every day, I wear that same fake smile, pretending I’m fine while something inside me is tearing apart.

“That's what you do best, isn't it? Clean up the messes created by your poor judgment. I, on the other hand, cleaned up the mess created by your poor communication and my mother's poor impulse control.” The tension was suffocating. This was the rawest they had ever spoken, stripped of their public masks. “Why do you hate me so much?” Eddie asked, the question escaping him in a ragged, low whisper, sounding less like an accusation and more like a weary demand for an explanation. I gave a dry, humorless laugh. I should be the one asking you. “Hate you? That requires effort and emotion, Eddie. I don’t feel enough for you to hate you. I simply dislike the contract you represent and the prison yo

He seems disappointed by this. "She probably crazy because look at you, I blush when he looks at me with a smirk, You and Nick could be models and your both stuck with me. I'm skinny and not sexy, "I sigh sadly at this. I hate being this way. I'm extremely thin and don't even know if I would look good with curves.

Just by basing it on how loud his irritating voice were when he said those sinful adjective to describe or ask me. "No, I don't suck things like what you are implying, Natan, but expect tomorrow morning your face will be all over the news. Sucker, huh? Well, yeah I'm a good sucker but not in that term. I'm a sucker for an article to publish not a sucker of egoistic pebbles." I even rolled my eyes at him before sipping on my strawberry milkshake. I remembered tasting whiskey in his glass and remembering it makes me wanna shiver. It's disgusting!

"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.