Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

ELIAS …. Third stupid year started some weeks ago, and men! I feel on top of the world, cause not only would I be out of the fucking hellhole soon, but also because of the fact that am all alone, just like how I like it. Alone? Why on earth would anyone like to be alone? To give a brief flashback, let me take you back to my pathetic damn sad story.

Never again will I have to zone out as he finds pleasure in an act I haven't found pleasurable for years. But the silence - the being alone –gets to me. Truly, I can't remember the last time I was alone in this home physically. Brent never allowed me to be here by myself. The only time I got a reprieve was when I was at work. Somehow he made his work schedule fit mine. Sneaking away to night classes was hard and probably why I only managed it for a few weeks before he found out. Maybe he thought that if I was left to myself, I'd pack my shit and hit the road. It would have been the smart thing to do, but I'd never been strong enough to do it. The huge task of starting over always exhausted m

The most haunting thing about those stories . stories, only stories . . . was the melancholy thread of loneliness running through them. I imagine it’s because I’ve spent the last few hours alone (trying not to think about Dad’s Alzheimer’s), but I’m desperate to stave off an inexplicable loneliness that nips at my heels as I exit the store. I’m meeting Abby and the kids at The White Lake Inn for dinner. I don’t want to waste another second. I want to be there with them, now.

It looks like Naazwa wrote it with her own hands. "You can check this book whenever you feel down because I write down whatever it is that will help myself when I feel like I can't move again. There are moment when you feel like you have no one in the world. You will feel like you're the only struggling in the world all by yourself. Though there are so many people around you, with you, you still have that lonely feeling when you lie down on the bed. Silently, you'll start wishing for a shoulder to cry and that is not because you are sad or depressed, you just feel like you can't hold onto the world. Sometimes you will feel like the world is against for even with your friends and family you'd

It’s just not me, not something I can even do. I have never been one for the chase, but now just might be the time to learn. *** Time passes, and I stay the same. Things change, but I don’t. Everyone moves on, but I wouldn’t know. Being alone has become my home. The solitude brings solace. The quiet is rejuvenating. The seclusion affords too many perks. I take what I want and I want only what I need. I’m a lone wolf, no need for a pack, no need for a mate. And that will never change.

It’s just not me, not something I can even do. I have never been one for the chase, but now just might be the time to learn. *** Time passes, and I stay the same. Things change, but I don’t. Everyone moves on, but I wouldn’t know. Being alone has become my home. The solitude brings solace. The quiet is rejuvenating. The seclusion affords too many perks. I take what I want and I want only what I need. I’m a lone wolf, no need for a pack, no need for a mate. And that will never change.

Still at the library? Yes. It’s quiet. I’m fine. Reading. No one knows anything about me here. It feels good. Good. Take as long as you want. No need to rush back. I’m here whenever you’re ready. I set the phone face down on the table and returned to the book. For the first time in weeks I was alone without feeling like the aloneness was a symptom of something broken. It was simply solitude I had chosen, on purpose, in a place that did not know my recent history and did not care to learn it.

Or maybe I just wasn't the kind of girl that people noticed that way. I glanced down at the book in my hands, tracing the edges of the worn-out cover with my fingers. I could use more writing to pass time. At least books didn't judge. They don't whisper about you behind your back, or remind you that you were sitting alone on dinner night while the rest of the world paired off like it was some teenage romance novel. I flipped the book open, trying to disappear into the pages, but before I could even focus on a single word, a voice cut through the cafeteria noise.

Auntie murmured, voice low. She nodded. “I know. But we’ll make it work. We always do.” But the truth was, Autumn had never felt more alone. Everything she had been reading for months in that book was coming to fruition. The silence in the house after dark was so complete, she sometimes pressed her palm to her chest just to feel her own heartbeat.

I waited until she completely disappeared from my sight and then headed home, cringing as my mobile began to vibrate again. God that's enough... I like to be alone. I love the peace, the silence and the serenity that it brings, away from the crowd, far away from the stupid business meetings and functions and media and press and all that shit. Being alone is tranquiling. Sean thinks I am weird but he doesn't understand my need to be alone. Neither do I, if I am being honest. Its...its just a need.