Angst Ideas Novels & Stories

I have thought for so long that anger and madness are slowly filling me. Even if I’m not sold to him, I would still believe that I would act the same. I would always stick to my words. All my life, I’ve been abused and exploited that I wasn’t aware of my own well being. Then one day, I woke up and thought that I want to get even. I never thought being bad would be this hard and confusing. Is it because I’m not actually that kind of person? Or is it because it’s him and he’s got a point?

So I asked Angela to take me to the club again. Shamelessly. Not because I wanted to party—God,no—but because my mind wouldn’t stop spiraling. The more I sat alone in that house alone, the louder the whispers in my head became. That woman from the livestream… the way people were speculating, analyzing bodies, faces, voices. Somewhere between logic and fear, a ridiculous, invasive thought took root and refused to let go. What if she was one of my twin sisters?

I didn't want to drive the point home by behaving like a cat on heat. I tactically pulled out of the hug and began to walk out of the enclosed space before it was too late to restrain myself from acting out the illegal ideas that were popping up in my mind. It was certain that Angel wanted more to happen, and I totally more than did want more to happen as well, but her urges could be due to the proximity of an enclosed space, or the fact that she felt some sort of pity for me after I embarrassed myself earlier. I didn't want her regretting whatever it was that happened between us here or have her point fingers of accusations at me after getting out to the real world where a lot of trouble a

When Angelo was feeling unpleasant and bitter in his heart, a sudden pat in his shoulder make his back straight and stared vigilantly at the person who just pat his shoulders without any permission, a complete stranger dared to make intimacy with him when he was distracted, it was normal for Angelo to feel vigilant and it was even more reasonable because of his unstable mood. “What do you want?” Angelo unconsciously raises his voice without even him noticing it. The stranger was startled by Angelo's vigilant gaze; he just patted the other person casually to ask if he could move a bit because he was blocking the way. He smiled in embarrassment when the students started to look in their direct

I answered, “No, I haven’t talked to her yet. What’s up?” Angela almost couldn’t develop coherent sentences from the amount of excitement that she has bottled up, “Wecameupwithanideafor allthestuffyouhavein that storage locker.” I laughed, “Whoa! Take a deep breath in, let it out slowly, then slow the fuck down and try again.” Daniel laughed out loud and so did Angela.

Jax picked both up, sat on the edge of the bed, and opened the first one without much confidence. The language felt clinical at first. He almost closed it but then he forced himself to keep going, reading a few pages about recognizing the difference between anger that protects something and anger that simply needs control. The ideas sat awkwardly in his mind, unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable. He switched to the second book. A section on competitive environments and the habit of turning every loss of status into a personal attack held his attention longer than he expected. He didn’t fully believe the suggestions yet, but he stayed with the page anyway.

The question was, how could I sustain this facade without losing my grip on reality? My mind was a whirlwind of different ideas, each one swirling around me like a vortex, pulling me in different directions. Some ideas seemed plausible, like stepping stones across a rushing river, promising a safe passage to the other side. Others, however, were far-fetched, like grasping at wisps of smoke that vanished into thin air the moment I thought I had a hold of them. As I stood there, mentally juggling these ideas, I felt like a juggler trying to keep too many balls in the air at once. Some ideas dropped to the ground, shattering into a hundred pieces, while others seemed to hover tantalizingly just

There were so many thoughts in my head. "All my inside guys, let's rally at my office for a brief talk, lock all the entrances and exit because I don't want anyone leaving this building until I say so!" Angelo said. He was paranoid. I couldn't believe having such a job, and everything was falling apart. I might just fall apart as well, I thought. We headed for his office and waited for him there. Everyone's face spelt fear and there was tension all around. It was overwhelming for me because I could sense all of it and was taking in mine too. Being a wolf wasn't always pretty, I guess.

Theo POV. I’m angry, I’m always angry, it’s not my hand, it’s in my DNA, I think I was born like that, I don’t know how to deal with all of the anger in me. I’m not NF, I don’t rap my anger out, I don’t do drugs, and I want to take it out on someone, on anyone, I want to take all of this anger out of me.

Perhaps, this belief is what moves me out at this hour, tracing the way to the coffee shop. In search of, answers? Angie won’t give me them, she can’t anyway. Not when she’s so insistent on not coming out of her box and seeing things from a different angle. People are always quick to believe whatever they hear and never care to delve beneath the surface and know the truth. Yet they dare to spread those disgusting things so confidently. “Tsk, talk about scums” I scrunch my face angrily, puffing my breath into the air and watching the white cloud it makes.