Bitter Feelings Novels & Stories

I wanted their affection too. Sitting on my bed, I felt a sting in my eyes. My heart was racing, each beat spitting rage. My brows furrowed in the deadliest frown. I gritted my teeth to control my rage but my anger was more than my calmness. It burned through me, destroying every thread of calmness left. "Argghhhhh!"

Rebecca Beneath the layers of hurt and disappointment, a seething anger consumed me, directed at Artemy and myself alike. I couldn't help but question why I cared so deeply. It was an unfamiliar and unsettling sensation coursing through my veins—anger. I struggled to recall the last time I allowed myself to experience such a raw emotion. I had mastered the art of suppressing my feelings, becoming numb to the world and everyone in it. Yet now, I found myself wounded, let down, furious, and even jealous.

I felt bitter, angry, and a strong sense of betrayal weighed down on me, before I finally gave up. I died on the spot. How pathetic.

She’s probably never had macaroni and cheese with cut-up hotdogs in them. The sound of Vivian and Bernadette fade away – the door opens and closes, and I’m left in silence. Alone. Finally. But I don’t feel like crying any more. I don’t feel like hiding. Suddenly, I’m bitter. I feel the bitterness and anger eat away at my humiliation, hardening my skin. People like me are just ants for her to squish. For her to hold a magnifying glass and say “oh, how cute” as she burns us to death.

The pain in my heart grows and grows until it’s finally replaced with bitterness and hatred. A burning hatred for Mason Lachlan.

The betrayal felt like a knife twisting in my chest. Tears streamed down my face as my mind struggled to process the reality of the situation. I felt a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion swirling within me. How could he do this to me? Was everything we had shared just a lie? The pain of betrayal washed over me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I felt a deep sense of disappointment and hurt. It was as if the ground beneath me had crumbled, leaving me standing there, feeling foolish and deceived. The memories of our night together replayed in my mind, each one now tainted with the bitter taste of betrayal.

Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Grab a cop gun kinda crazy She's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away" 'Cause she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" They had a fancy home with a very homey feeling and I loved it whenever I visited. I hear sounds of small feet running in our direction and prepare myself for the impact of the small boy of the two year old against my own.

My thoughts churned like a stormy sea, crashing against the shores of reason, leaving behind a trail of shattered expectations. Each bite felt like a bitter pill, a reminder of the emptiness that loomed within. The flavors melded together in a monotonous symphony, devoid of any joy or satisfaction. It was a reflection of my current state, a tasteless reminder of the bitterness that had seeped into every facet of my existence.

The raw pain in his voice when he spoke of my hatred for him sent a pang through my heart. I was about to call out to him, my voice hanging on the tip of my tongue, but he continued, his voice tinged with bitterness, "Well, I don't blame you. Mostly, everyone hates me. The few ones that show me love end up leaving me or asking for something in return for the love they've shown me." He chuckled, but it was a bitter, humorless sound, a defense mechanism to mask his inner turmoil.