Apa Itu Pathetic Novels & Stories

I had never heard of anyone pathetic and undesirable enough to get rejected twice. “I don’t know.” Despite Cahir’s dangerous and ruthless aura, I never expected him to be this cruel to me. Even if he didn’t want me, even if he found me disgusting and repulsive like everyone else, could he not spare me the heartbreak of listening to him trade me like wood?

She retorted while I looked at her for a long second. “I don’t think it’s about being enough,” I said slowly. “Some people just don’t know what to do with something real when they have it. They screw it up because it scares them. Or they’re selfish or too stupid to recognize what they have.” I didn’t mention Perry because that shit was pointing at me too. “I feel so pathetic,” she whispered and then leaned her head back against the fridge. “You’re not,” I said. "You’re just hurting and that doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human.” I added.

I ran. I've been through a lot in my life. Humiliating things, failed plans, broken ideals; perhaps more mistakes than successes. But even so, when Gregor looked into my eyes and proclaimed his contempt for me, it was as if my whole body shattered. Things hadn't been going very well. For a while, maybe. "You're pathetic," he told me. I felt pathetic too. For lowering my head to him, for always letting him have his way with me.

"I am pathetic. I was pathetic enough to feel my heart break for you when I saw how skinny you had become! "But I can't continue being pathetic anymore. This ends here. You are nothing to me! Don't think that you'll always be special in my eyes!"

He always turns something innocent into something pathetic just to make me feel worthless. “I hope she cries tomorrow. Honestly, I need something to upload on my YouTube channel, and nothing’s as catchy as an eighteen-year-old crying on her first day of college. The caption will be something like—” Caden puts his hands under his chin, pretending to think. “Déjà vu for Mad. She started her education as a crybaby and is wrapping it up with the same attitude, only it has worsened. For now, she’s turned into a pseudobulbar.” He grins.

How dare she! They spent the remainder of the hours in a bleak silence. This time she looked at him with a whole different feeling. Every warm emotion that had just grown for him dwindled and turned to a mixture of pity and distaste. The traumatic loss had caused him a permanent damage. What kind of person was he to dismiss the memories of his own mother? A woman who had risked her very own life to bear him, a woman who loved him like no one could ever do. He was totally inhuman.

“What is this? Feeling like a pathetic superhero who failed to save a victim?” “I could have done something!” I roared with anger, my vision turning red. I swept everything off the table in one violent motion, scattering the contents across the room. My chest heaved, my fists clenching, and that did nothing to lessen my anger. Not even a bit. I wasn't angry at the annoying look on Richard’s face. I wasn't angry that he was speaking to me like I was throwing a tantrum. No, I was angry that he was right. Yes, I felt pathetic because I couldn't save her, even though I'd promised I would.

My heart thundered as he stared down at me, his eyes unreadable. I tried to pull away. He didn't let go. "I'm not pathetic," I said, panting, my voice barely above a whisper. "You are," he said evenly, leaning in just slightly, daring me. "I'm not!" I shouted, but my voice cracked under the weight of my emotions. Was he right? Was I really that lost? That broken? Tears welled in my eyes. "You're pathetic because you're living in a lie," he said, voice lower now. "Running from yourself. Lying to yourself. About who you are. About what you want."

She’s crying at the fact not because she’s bullied, but just because things were never in her favors. Everything seems to never go right for me. They’re always wrong and wrong! Nothing seemed right in my life! She shouted inside het head whilst kneeling on the ground. Her palms were supporting herself not to fall down ultimately, and she just cried upon the realization of being so pathetic. I’m so pathetic, this life is so pathetic, she kept saying to herself as tears started to form in her eyes. The waters fell down to her cheek as they finally dropped onto the ground. She didn’t bother to listen to the bully girls, she just cried her heart out. It felt like it was the perfect time to let a

The thought made something inside me crack completely, and I broke down, crying harder than I even realized I could. "How Pathetic." The voice in my head cut through my sobs like a blade. I froze in shock. "What?" "I sai you're Pathetic." It reapeated I clenched my fists, my breathing hitching as that familiar presence stirred, darker now, heavier. “Stop…” I whispered hoarsely, shaking my head. "How can you be Crying over this?" The voice continued, sharper now, laced with irritation. "Youre Weak." “I said stop!” I snapped out loud, my voice trembling but it continued.