Break Yo Self Foo Novels & Stories

By my side, I’ll swallow all of my pride Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off my feet Yeah, yeah Can’t explain why your lovin' makes me so weak

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The role you made me play Of the fool, no, I don’t like you,” I barely registered someone running up the stairs, but I kept singing: “But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead I do it all the time,” I finished the last “Look what you just made me do” from the final chorus when one of my mom’s favorites when she’s really angry came to my mind. “Play ‘Having A Blast’ by Green Day!” I shouted into the microphone. When nobody moved, I keyed it into youtube, and started to jump to the beat. “I'm takin' all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

It looked like he was talking to his alter ego Nick Melberg. And then suddenly everything stopped. He got up while I was still sitting on the floor. I said,"Chris?" But in response he said,"Ding! You got it wrong". "What did you do with Chris?". I asked in anger. "Huh, look who's talking? I did wrong. You made him weak and now he's struggling to come out. To be honest, I don't like to talk much but today's exception because I am too happy to get my body back". Then he clapped his hands and made a voice like "aaann aaan aann". He continued, " All thanks to you and your hypocrite parents".

Anger boils within me and I lose all control of myself, recollecting all the years of bullying I endured. I couldn't help but yell, "I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOUR INTENTION IS, BUT I HOPE THAT ONE DAY, WHENEVER IT IS, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO BLAME YOURSELF FOR BEING A PATHETIC BITCH. ALL YOU DO IS TRY TO LURE GUYS BY WEARING SHORT PANTS OR DRESS! YOU SHOULD REALLY LOOK INTO THE MIRROR TO SEE HOW PATHETIC YOU LOOK BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOU ARE JUST GOING TO HURT SOMEONE ELSE AND MAY BE EVEN YOURSELF." With that, I exit the toilet with small whispers that could heard before the door of the toilet is closed and I try to calm myself down before entering the classroom.

I walked towards my dorm. Every now and then I stretch my stiff muscles because I am tired of working to help the nurse all day. It's been two weeks I haven't gone to campus. The reason is simple, I'm not in a good mood to study. Crazy indeed. .yeah, let's just call me crazy Ella. I chose to spend my time in the monastery -- helping out whatever I could to the nuns, no matter how broken my bones were. Super Junior's No Other is ringing loudly on my cell phone. .Yes, I just changed my ringing tone, it's still Super Junior's song to cheer me up.

"I just... don't have a better way yet." Joseph lunged forward, gripping my hands, his voice fragmented. "Are you crazy? You can't take that risk! I won't allow it!" I yanked my hands free, my vision blurring with tears. "Let go. You're hurting me." He savagely tore at his own hair, collapsing against the wall as if his entire body had failed. "I'm useless. I should be the one who died!" I looked at him calmly. In that moment, there was surprisingly no sadness. Only a deep, consuming weariness.

'Maisie, what you're doing is defamation. She fired back without a shred of guilt. 'And how is this defamation? I heard you say it on the phone with my own ears! Do you dare swear to the heavens that you never said those words?!' I let out a cold laugh and threw her own words from my previous life right back at her. 'How can you slander me like this? I clearly said "jogging buddy" and "jogging meetup." I just have bad pronunciation, that's all. Why are you so determined to wrong me?'

He was wearing his favorite dinosaur hoodie, the hood with the felt spikes flopping behind him as he ran toward the swings. "Careful, Leo! The ground is still slick from the rain!" I called out, my voice carrying a warmth I only ever showed him. "I’m a T-Rex, Mommy! T-Rexes don't slip!" he shouted back, his laughter a bright, silver sound that filled the hollow places in my chest. I sat on a wooden bench, smoothing my professional slacks. I tried to relax, to let the "Dr. Miller" persona melt away for an hour, but my skin felt tight. I could feel a prickle at the back of my neck—that familiar, heavy sensation of being watched.

And the only conclusion that I have come to is that they don't give a shit about how you feel as long as they look cool in front of the others. ''Yeah, Yeah.'' And with that, I get to my room. I put on an oversize hoodie, some leggings, and sneakers, and head out of the house. I decided to walk. I can go out for a little while and pretend to be with "my friends." I put my ear pods on and put on some music. I started walking and just enjoyed the music. I decided to go get some coffee. I got into the first coffee shop my eye caught and got in and got a coffee and a chocolate e muffin. I paid for what I took and got out again.