Blame Yourself Or God Novels & Stories

it is already my 17th attempt, and every time I do so, I am caught, bruised and chained up. "Kill me," I mumbled to myself. I couldn't contain the emotions inside of me anymore. Tears won't come out and all that is left for me is this unbearable feeling, the despair and the rage building up. How could this happen to me? Has God forsaken me? I started to blame my religious ethnicity when I am not even religious myself. That's what people do, anyway. We put the blame on other people when we couldn't blame anyone anymore. But truth be told, we should be blaming ourselves for our action . . . I should be blaming myself for my actions—for trusting a total stranger and letting her enter my world.

I kept screaming as I point my finger at the sky. I know I have no one else to blame for what happened in my life but myself, but is it too much if I want to think that it's not my fault? Is it too much if I want to blame God right now? To think that He doesn't want me to be happy that's why He keeps on taking all the person I love away from me.

I whimper into my hand. "Oh, my God." "Believe me when I tell you, he's not doing any of this to hurt you in any way. He just doesn't want to disappoint you anymore, Shayla." "I know, but that doesn't make it hurt any less, Josh. I have no right to be angry with him because it's not his fault—but I am. I'm hurt, and I'm mad, and I don't know who else to blame. Who do I blame Josh, tell me? Do I blame God? Do I blame myself for not getting on that plane with him? Who do I blame? Tell me!" I cry into my pillow. "Tell me because I'm about to lose my mind."

" Why does this have to happen?” “I am not sure why M. But what I am sure of is how you should not blame yourself for this. Don't think that it's your fault for not trusting your feelings. There is a reason for this, God has plans. I know it hurts a lot and seeing you as this hurts me too,” he calmly said as he pats my back.

"Don't say that, Ms. You cannot blame yourself for all the misfortunes that befall you. Maybe this is one of God's ways to surprise you." "Surprise?" Blakely furrowed her brows deeply. She didn't agree with Emma's words at all. What happened to her yesterday was more than a shock, it was a disaster! "I was so shocked. Everything happened at the same time. If I didn't have responsibility for this restaurant, I would choose to lock myself in my room and blame myself for the rest of my life for causing this mess." "It's not your fault. Everyone knows that you always drive very carefully. Besides, you shouldn't grieve too long for your loss. You have a nephew who needs your presence in tip-top s

It was a little difficult for me to be able to calm myself, I was blaming myself for everything that has and is happening, everyone tried their best to make me feel otherwise. But I do agree with what they said, no matter whose fault it is, now is not the time to play the blame game or guilt-trip myself. It was time to fight for justice, there could be more lives in danger, there could be more people suffering at the hands of the evil Alpha. I am not going to let him make another Ruby, not any more.

A second later the god released the chains from Cain's body, with the flick of his wrist. They clinked loudly as they fell to the stone floor, filling the emptiness of the room with the sound. I attacked without hesitation straight towards the god, with all of the power I felt was left in me. He stepped aside and avoided me with ease, something that enhanced my rage even further. However I stumbled in surprise by his move and subconsciously blamed my inability to act with reason on the bloodloss. I growled in frustration for a second before an opportunity showed itself to me.

Stanley let out an angry sigh. Fuck! He never felt so frustrated before but he fucking blame himself for not properly thinking things through. In his heart, he didn’t really plan to save him for he don’t have any reason to. But, damn! Even if he had wavered a bit and thought in such a negative way, the fact that he still save him cannot be denied!

“Getting shot wasn't your fault. If anyone should be blamed today, it's the people who did this.” I wanted to believe him. I really did. But no matter how many times I replayed everything in my head, I still couldn't stop blaming myself. Gabriel pulled the chair closer before sitting down again. He leaned back carefully because of the bandage on his shoulder, but his eyes never left me. For the first time since I met him, I couldn't find even a small hint of sarcasm on his face. "You need to stop blaming yourself," he said calmly. "The people who did this planned everything. They didn't care who got hurt as long as they reached you."

The most striking story of trying to keep myself alive from the crumbs of my shattered life. And this story was not a romantic one. When Edim pulled his closed lips apart and parted them, his warm breath and then his words slipped through my gray hair. "You're probably thinking, 'I feel so guilty that I should really be guilty,'" she said, as I was baffled by her dedication to such careful, deliberate analysis. "Sometimes the problem isn't that you're guilty, it's that you blame yourself." Shaking, "How can I not blame myself?" I said, my voice coming out in a determined tone. "I was stupid."