Novel & Cerita Confusing Sentences That Make No Sense

“Give blood…and he won’t die...” “Do…it…” “Do…it or I…make you…” W-What?

Something else was bothering Joe badly, and as a concerned friend, Misa decided to give him some space before prodding at it. They took out their chemistry notes and started hitting at the questions as Misa offered pointers until Joe felt his brain overheating. Chemistry was one subject that never made any sense. It wasn’t as if Joe didn’t put in the effort to understand molecules and their behaviour. He was someone who could understand concepts if they were practical to him. Language and math made way more sense than covalent bonding did. At least he could apply some of those when he was ordering a latte. “So,” Misa began. “What’s bothering you if it wasn’t that asshole?”

He wants to say some more things to her but he couldn't find the words to say them out, it doesn't make sense. "Are you sure?" That is the last thing Bushra wants to ask but she found her lips moving to inquire about it. So much information, it makes her head throb with nothing but utter confusion, flabbergast and flummox. "I've never been more sure about anything."

I don't understand. "We are? When?" I asked, still confused. Maybe, some of you think that it is easy to understand, but hey, my head hurts from everything I heard just yesterday, and now this? O to the M to the G. I can't. My brain can't take it all in just one go.

“Yes, that does make sense, doesn’t it?” “What,” I ask, seriously confused, staring between them. “What makes sense?”

Sensing my distress, they retreated, scooting back with an air of confusion and concern, leaving me adrift in a sea of tumultuous emotions. The dam broke then, tears cascading in a torrent of sorrow and confusion. "Look, I'm sorry, okay. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. I don't know why I did... Why did I do that? Why did I kill him?" The words tumbled out, a chaotic blend of regret, confusion, and a desperate search for understanding.

I had no idea but all I know is that she would have wanted to find out the truth no matter what it was. __ "Trust No one." Sometimes stories, sentences do more than just passing the time. They stick with you, toiling with your mind and fucking up your thinking faculty. "Trust no one!" It seemed like that sentence is being repeated consecutively in my head as I prepare something to eat in Carla's kitchen. I do not know why I am believing a random book that might not mean anything but still it could also mean the whole world and I do not want to be nonchalant about that.

So hard and confusing! ***

Nothing they said made any sense, it was just a storm of curses and nonsense! I raised an eyebrow and glanced at my daughter, who was now frowning in pure confusion. Honestly, I had no idea why they were doing this. They didn’t need to announce their stupidity to the entire hospital; nothing they said made any sense. All they did was swear and brag. Couldn’t they just say what they actually needed to say? Why all the nonsense? What exactly were they trying to announce?

His so call explanatory words performs direct opposite of their duties and responsibilities. "She's a wolfs bane addict" "She's addicted to wolfsbane!" He airs another confusing bombshell.. I face palm myself. Here we go again. More confusion rather than understanding. Mom's expression twitches. Pretty obvious her understanding of his words are lost. We currently share same spot. We share confusion spot. His words are indirect and brain challenging. I bite nervously my lower lips. What does he even air?. How does he expect we believe and accept his current words?.