Why Do I Suck Novels & Stories

Drakes pov Ignoring someone you love and being ignored by someone whom u dearly want to talk to is soooo damm killing.both of us want to talk to each other for hours and hours ,but this stupid ego built in humans always comes in between. It sucks .I keep checking my watsapp to see if emliy is online or not .I keeping scrolling trough and reading our previous chats again and again.when ever she comes online ,I aways hope she will text me or call me .but that unfortunately never happens .even tho I want it to happen soo bad ,but it never does .its sucks .

He replies like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “Don’t you fucking be an ass.” I yell. “I hate you, I really fucking hate you. I wish I’d never come back. You suck.” I stomp off enraged to my bedroom and fling myself on the bed, stomach in contact with the bed, my arms folded under my forehead and start to cry. Why does my life have to suck like this. I’ve got to get out from under Brannigan’s feet. I can’t take another six months of living here like this with him. Telling a guy I happened to like they can’t see me is so damn wrong.

This time though, for some reason, my breath catches in my throat and I almost choke on a noise that's dangerously close to a sob. I take a deep breath to get a handle on myself and nod my head, feeling furious tears stinging my eyes. I don't know why I'm upset; I don't know why I want to cry, but I feel so helpless and beaten down all of a sudden and it makes me wonder if I’ve somehow managed to find another awful human being who won’t let me go without a fight. How do I always seem to attract the worst possible guys? What am I doing wrong? What's wrong with me?

At first slowly because of the blinding light but then I adjusted. "I am okay" I murmured out loud. "I am okay. I am okay. I am okay" I said over and over again. "I am strong. I am powerful. I am unstoppable. I am…" Who the f*ck am I kidding? There is nothing powerful or unstoppable about me. I was majorly screwed. Screwed six ways to Sunday and I am yet to find out just how much my life is going to suck. Ari's decision to choose himself and be happy…yeah, it was heartwarming and I am happy for him, really but why can't I breathe?

Dumb face: did that gross you out enough to fess up your location? Yup. Me: I'm at home. Dumb face: What? Why? Me: I'm sick. Dumb face: What?! How? Dumb face: Forget that see you in a minute. What? No this is my period. Boys are gross out by girls and their periods. I don't need Aaron to be grossed out by me. Me: No Aaron don't come. Dumb face: Wait what kind of sick are you? Aspirin sick or chocolate sick.

I faked a moan just to make him feel better and then rolled over frustrated as hell. "Girl, I swear his tiny dick can't even get me wet anymore," I whispered into the phone, making sure the door was still closed. "It's like fucking a sad little finger. I need something real, something that actually fills me up and makes me scream. I don't know why I even came for this stupid mandatory wellness check today. The clinic called and said it was overdue, and I thought maybe they could at least check if something was wrong with me for not enjoying sex anymore. But now I am just sitting here annoyed."

I try to smile but fail, ending up looking guilty. "Then what would you say?" He fully turns to me. "That y'all don't know how to play?" I force a smile again. I bet I look like I need to fart. "So, we suck." He sighs. "You don't suck...your team does." I try to make it better but fail at that too. He looks over at me and then smiles. "You sure do know what to say." He laughs. "It's not like I want to play anyways." "So, why do you?" I ask, curious.

Why does life suck? Life is wretched. And I hate it so much. All I want is to have a simple and happy life. But to my jinx, what happened was the opposite. I want to smile, laugh, show everyone my greatest beam, but I just can't. I'm suffering. Every time, everywhere. I have no companion but only my family. How I wish they would not leave me. I don't understand why people loathe me so much. I only know that I am what I am. I know to myself what myself is. I only know myself and not them.

I took a deep breath, sniffing back the tears already flowing down my cheeks out of frustration. “ My life sucks “ i finally let it out , weeping, my mom didn’t say anything what else could she have said to make my shattered heart feel better at this point ?

“People kinda suck.” She laughs. “Oh, totally. Other than my mom and my aunt Louisa, I've never heard of another grown-up admit that, though…at least, not in front of me. They always act like I'm being dramatic or something, but people really do suck. I mean, look at the world today.” I flick on my turn signal, slowing at a crossroads. “It's definitely not an easy place to live anymore, but you shouldn't be cynical like me. Every once in a while, people can surprise you.”