Degrading Stories Novels & Stories

She asked me in a very shaky voice. “Those comments don't mean anything babe. You are not a slut or a tramp. You are a wonderful person. All those people, the poster, the commenters, they do not know anything about you and if I am being honest, they do not deserve to know you. You are an amazing person, babe.

I feel like a fool telling lies, a terrible detective that only deducts from observations and could not do anything but to conclude things without strong evidence. Ugh. I’m soo freaking stupid. So pathetic, Madison. So pathetic… I should have just let Gavin do the thing he wanted. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so embarrassed and awkward at the same time. I massaged my temple as I continue to degrade myself from the things I have said. Sometimes degrading yourself is the best option that you can do for you to stop that thing you are embarrassed about. But degrading yourself too much is a different matter. Haa. I sighed as I rested my head in the backrest of the car. I looked at the front mirror when

My tears started to fall from my eyes while my eyes are fixed on my fingers. “I’m so mad at myself f-for abandoning my child… for abandoning you… I tried to t-talk to you but I b-became coward. I got scared that you’d g-get mad at me or my child would g-get mad at me. There are a lot of what if’s that keeps on running in my mind, Bina…” “Until the publishing house you’re in invited us to perform for your event, I-I know that’s my chance to t-talk to you.”