As Messed Up As Me Novels & Stories

Is that inappropriate? I’m fucked up!

Everything I’d drunk, poured out in one ugly mess. Isabelle was right about one thing. I was a mess. Maybe it would make her feel better if I told her I was a mess. Or not. Not like anything mattered anymore.

I shook my head as my eyes burned with tears, and the stress of the day started to crash down on me. "I fucked up."

, the message read. Oh shit....did I just fuck up?

He spoke to me as though I was a teenager. Aww, what a caring daddy! Bullshit. "I am responsible! Yes, I may appear reckless at times, but what happened today was a sheer mistake," I yelled, grinding my teeth in frustration. Just a sheer mistake.. Now I looked like a mental patient. My makeup ruined, clothes dirty, hair smelly and unkempt. I cursed my overly sensitive nose. "A sheer mistake can kill someone. Do you even understand that? Rare or not, this could have ended with someone in the hospital

My mind was still numb from what had just happened and how badly I messed up. "Wow, that's a first," Isaiah said awkwardly as they both tried to figure out what was happening. "What did you do?" he asked. "I messed up real bad this time," I said in pure horror.

Matter of fact, I was weird, from level zero straight to a hundred in a split second. My hand slipped down his arm and fell right beside me. That was a wrong move, a freaking wrong move and I knew it, but what could be done when the bean was already spilled? And especially for one like Asher who would drill you until he got the response he wanted, it was obvious I had messed up. "Think... Freaking think!" I groaned in my head. It was a shame that every second of my life, I needed a lie to keep moving, and that was because I always messed up... Or I wasn't just the smart one.

I couldn't withstand it anymore. " I messed up Sandra". I whispered into her. " We gonna talk tonight. Am gonna sleep in your house. Hei, don't be too moody. I gat you". Her parting at my back gave me that healing. ***** The rest of the day was something else entirely. I couldn't concentrate on anything, my mind a jumbled mess of thoughts and worries. As I tried to tackle task after task, I kept making mistake after mistake. A menu scribble turned into a mess, an order always comes out messy cos before I could reach to Carl for an order,I have almost forgotten what I was told to get and even simple things like making coffee became a disaster. It was like my brain was fogged over, and my usua

I was a mess. After showering I used the brush and accessories to fix my hair some then brushed light makeup on. I smiled a little pleased with myself that I looked half way decent. I pinned my bangs back to make my roots look a little better. I shrugged my shoulders thinking, he will always love me. Fuck! I have serious issues and need a new psychiatrist. I can't possibly be trying to look pretty for Ace? I wasn't even sure if I knew Ace anymore, or wanted to. This life he was living was really fucked up!

I sit up. “What's wrong, Daniel?” Amelie asks. I stand up and walk away from them, babbling expletives. “Was it something we did that we didn't…?” “This is the fourth time this shit has happened to me” I interrupt Janice. “I have a damn problem, and I don't know what it is. Fuck!” I hit a vase that is on a table with a slap. “Calm down, honey.” I feel a soft hand on my left shoulder. “Maybe it's just exhaustion.”