Blaming Myself Novels & Stories

The storm in the distance grew, louder, darker and closer. “Why won’t you let it go?” she demanded. “Because I blame myself for his death!” I shouted, jumping to my feet. The words tore painfully out of me. And once they were out, there was no taking them back. I stumbled back, my body shaking as I held my head. “I blame myself,” I said, my voice breaking. “I should have known better. I should not have trusted my sisters. I should have seen it coming.” The words came out fast now, like they had been trapped inside me for too long.

he continued, the intensity in his gaze betraying a determination that left me momentarily unsettled. The image of my brothers feeling defeated and blaming themselves for my condition hit my mind and I could not help but feel guilty by each passing second. I can almost imagine them consoling me and then blaming themselves in the silent corner where no one is watching. Because this is where they fall apart where no one is watching. I have given them enough reason to be upset about, not anymore.

My anger is directed towards myself as well, because I still believe that it is because of me that everything has happened. "I know you asked me not to think about all these, but Gianna, it's not in my hand because all I feel like it is my fault. Because your life would have been so different and safe if you were not tied to me." Taking a deep breath, I exhale as self-loathing suffocates me, because all I feel like blaming myself. "Jarek, if I was in a condition to crack open your skull, I would have." Her gaze burns with anger, as she glares at me.

I couldn’t even blame anyone for my predicament but myself. I tried to blame Sheila, to convince myself that if I hadn’t met her, none of this would have happened to me, but deep within me, I just couldn’t. Reality hit me hard because I knew that this wasn’t about Sheila. I did this to myself! I allowed myself to get so lost in anger, and now I was bearing the consequences of my actions. Why couldn’t I just let go? Why was it so difficult for me to forget about the past and move on? Why?!

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."

People blaming you for things you didn’t do and then blaming others for things you did do. Ugh, I hate myself. My mind slowly went back to the beginning. All I had to do was stay home. Home was safe. Safe and sound until I disrupted the peace. I brought vampires knocking at the door, witches kidnappings my family members…Maybe I should have killed myself. Suddenly I slapped myself, the force of the blow sending me tumbling to the ground. How do you slap yourself and fall to the floor. “Shadow, leave me alone. You lied to me,” I yelled into the empty street.

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

She shouted aloud, and fresh tears sprang from her eyes. No, this can't be!" What am I going to do?" "It's all my fault! It's all my fault!" "I hate myself! I truly hate myself. I want to die!" She continued lamenting for the next hour. Blaming herself for having a one-night stand with Scott without caring and realizing that having a wild night with him can cause her endless days of regret, shame, and suffering "I can't blame destiny! I can't blame God for what happened to me. I can't even blame my unborn child in my belly. I can only blame myself for being so weak!" After a few minutes of lamenting, she finally took full responsibility for her actions.

He was awake this entire time? "I'm sorry," I choked out between sobs, my voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know how to fix this. Everything I've done... all of it—it's my fault. It's always my fault." The words spilled out of me like poison, bitter and sharp, as if admitting the truth would somehow make the weight easier to carry. But it only made it worse. I blamed myself. For everything. For not being enough, for the bloodshed, for screwing things up in ways I couldn't even explain. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was losing him too, even though he was holding me tighter like he was afraid I might disappear into the dark spaces I was falling into.

"Honey please stop, you can't blame yourself." "How can I not when everything that is happening is happening because of me," she said. "When our lives are as messed up as they are because of me. When our lives have been completely turned upside down because of me. There is no one else to blame but me." "I'm not going to let you do that." "Whether you let me do it or not you know it's true. You know that our lives are an effing mess because of me." "Our lives are not a mess," he said.