Don't Lose Yourself Novels & Stories

Why don't I ask for help? “Uh, follow the instructions of your friends who brought you here,” I say. Take a moment to reflect on why you are in this situation. Remember that you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them, the music . , and all your other skills together. I think you'd be a great rock star. What was the first thing that attracted you to music? What was it like performing in your first show? Examine your current situation in light of that. Consider how many women you have had sex with and how many of their names you can remember. Imagine how many friends you have lost because of your bad behavior. Take some time for yourself and figure out what the hell you're doing. Justin's voic

she said in a long monologue. “I don’t know,” I replied. She sighed and held my hand tightly. “Listen to this,” she said, pointing at my chest where my heart was. “Listen to this, but don’t forget to use this.” She then pointed to my temple. “You can’t always follow your heart. If you keep following it blindly, you might not realize you’ve already gone the wrong way. You might forget yourself in the process. Because you know, when you love, that love should also include yourself. So that if the person you love ever leaves or hurts you, you won’t lose yourself in the process,” she added. Cate’s voice was so serious. I could feel every word she said, and I understood what she was trying to tel

"You're our precious daughter. How could you let yourself end up like this over a man?" I leaned into her embrace and breathed in the familiar scent that finally made me feel at ease. "It won't happen again, Mamma. Never again."

We had to find a way to walk this path together, not as two people pulling in opposite directions, but as a team. “I’m sorry for pushing you away,” I said, my voice quiet. “I’ve been so afraid of losing myself in this. Of losing everything I’ve worked for. I didn’t want to seem weak. But I’m realizing now that I don’t have to do this alone. And I don’t want to lose you in the process.”

"Y⁠ou're so a​fraid‌ of losing yourself that you won't let yourself f​eel‌ an‍ything. And that'⁠s ki‍lling you⁠." "Better th⁠an t​he alterna​t‌i⁠ve." ⁠"W⁠hat‌ alterna​tive?‍" "Becoming​ someone who likes being here!" My vo⁠ice was too loud. Too shar‍p. "B⁠ecoming someone who‌ wants yo​u. Who need‌s y‌ou. Who can't imagine‍ leaving‍ even thoug‌h this started with me being sold. That'‍s th‍e altern‌ative. And I won't do it."

’ After I uttered those words in my mind, I suddenly lost my consciousness. "When you suddenly feel like you're not safe anymore, and no one in this place you can trust but yourself. About trusting someone, you must let them gain it, not just give it. ‘Cause you’ll never know who’s real and who’s just a part of a dream. It might be confusing, but let your heart lead you to your destination. You have it pure. So you can continuously walk on your path without any worries. Remember to be wiser than smarter."

I shook my head. "You don't." My throat burned. "You didn't watch your entire fucking future disappear." "You didn't lose your wife.” "You didn't lose your son." His eyes lowered. Good. Because there was no fucking response to that. I walked toward the SUV. Geal followed. "If you continue like this, you'll lose yourself." I opened the door. Then paused, slowly turning toward him. "There is no myself left to lose." The words came out before I could stop them. The honesty startled even me. Geal stared.

"I'm not even doing anything...why can't I just be myself.. is that wrong?" "I'm warning you Precious... better be yourself pretty soon before you find yourself homeless..."

Not losing what you are, but becoming more than you ever thought you could be. Together.

I'd lost him, I'd lost him forever and soon, I would lose myself...forever.