Apa Itu Pathetic Novels & Stories

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.

I feel weak from all the running and crying. "I see you've sobered up." "Excuse me?" "Humans are truly pathetic creatures. They would do anything to escape pain, even though they couldn't live without it." "I don't know who you are, but I should probably let you know that referring to other people as humans makes you sound like a sociopath," I state.

"Do you think I'm a pathetic bitch because I'm in love with someone?" I find myself disagreeing with her choice of words. "No, you're not pathetic or anything. It's just that if you're okay with letting a man like that into your life, you must really hate yourself. He has already shown you that he doesn't respect you, and no matter how much he tries to use his words to manipulate you and turn the tables to benefit himself, you should not let yourself get swayed." I exhale a harsh breath. "It will end badly."

I kept my gaze steady, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction, but her words sliced into me all the same. “You’re pathetic,” she continued, her tone dripping with disdain. “A stray dog begging for scraps, trying to act like you have a place here. It’s laughable, really, seeing you follow Hades around like some lost puppy, hoping he’ll notice you. But let’s be honest—he’d never choose someone like you. You’re beneath him. You always will be.”

All it took was one fuck and I was like this? Pathetic, I repeated in my head. Absolutely pathetic.

You're both just scheming together! Feeling cornered, Jessica struggled to respond. She put on her pitiful act and mumbled, "I'm just not used to things here, and I instinctively rely on Nathan. Please don't misunderstand, Nana." Joseph snorted dismissively. "Misunderstand what? What's there to misunderstand between you two? You're both shameless, plain and simple!" Jessica's eyes welled up with tears. "Joe, why have you become like Nana? Why are you always targeting me?"

My life is so pathetic. I felt salty water on my lips. Then I realized I was crying. I cried more, and I felt so useless and pathetic. I saw a pond. The water is so clear and shining. I entered the water. I felt at peace. Water always helps me to cool down. I love being in the water. The water was not deep, so I walked to the other end. Then I bent down inside the water, head deep. It soaked me up. I might as well die of cold, I thought to myself, coming out of the pond.

Because yes, that’s exactly what I’d been going to say. “Kneel.” I dropped to my knees on the hard floor, the impact sending pain shooting through my kneecaps. I looked up at him, tears still streaming down my face, waiting for whatever he would do to me. “You’re pathetic,” he said, but there was something in his voice—not quite satisfaction, but close. Like my desperation pleased him. Like my brokenness was exactly what he wanted. “Crying and begging like a desperate whore. Is this what you’ve become?”