Estupida Mis Sentimientos Idiota Novels & Stories

I fell in love with him. Like an idiot.

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

I'm not jealous, just stupid people who want to be slaves to love. I'm not like the idiot Shakespeare who glorifies love. Love is only for fools, and I'm not in that category. I stroked this stupid girl's hair, long blonde hair, blue eyes like the ocean even though it looks just silly when you try to look into her eyes. "I wonder, how much is your IQ? How much is Pentium? Too stupid!" "Stop talking! I want to sleep." I smiled and hugged this stupid girl harder. And kissed her cheek stupidly and packed, a strange combination I had just seen in this silly girl. So ridiculous, I can't even remember her name.

I felt like that stupid young girl that was always told what to do and what to not. Like the silly young girl who sent nudes to a boy she started talking to the same day. Like an idiot who was with a guy and bestfriends with his ex. Like the idiot who was crying for a baby the father never wanted. Like an idiot who'd have borne and shouldered the responsibility of a baby right after school. I wasn't mad at my mom. Couldn't be. I wiped my eyes . Her words had had their desired effect. “It was stupid of me.” I blurted musing.

HOW COME YOU ARE SO DUMB? Will_the_devil REASON NUMBER 1: I WAS BROUGHT UP IN A PALACE. REASON NUMBER 2: I NEVER CAME IN CONACT WITH ANY OTHER KID FROM OUTSIDE OF THE PALACE. REASON NUMBER 3: I NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NEVER FELT THE NEED TO LEARN THIS GEN Z VOCABULARY. I_pooped :000 THAT'S KINDA SAD, YOU KNOW. Will_the_devil ... I_pooped

I hate it… I hate this… why do I feels like it was all my fault? “You moron… Saypher you moron idiot…”

The front doors swooshed open and were slammed shut, followed by loud thuds which were supposed to be footsteps, coming closer towards the dining room. "There's the missing child." Smartass began and spoke like a, well, smart ass. How is my intuition always right? What am I saying? I'm smart as fuck. That's why. Stop lying to yourself babes. You like to think you're smart. You're street smart. But you're a complete dumbass. Don't get it twisted. I hate my mind.

And I took a step back, suddenly aware of just how drunk I was… and how stupid. “Oh,” I managed, blood draining from my face. “Shit.” I was too embarrassed to the point that laughter escaped my throat, scratching the silk touch of my silver hair that ran across my fingers. It was supposed to seem like a fraction of chagrin, however, it appeared like the popular slang ‘Idgaf’. Just-fucking-great. He raised an eyebrow, almost amused. But he wasn't and I could tell. Maybe due to the scar on his left eye.

You're also a mess talking to hubby. "Why does it seem like it's my fault, you're the one to explain?" "I'm not stupid to explain, you're just STUPID!" He said with emphasis. "You are STUPID!" I shouted and emphasized the word stupid, who is he to call me stupid huh?! "You're more P*TANGINA!" Well, you want something like that huh, you thought I didn't know anything about that Ken, you're wrong because when it comes to that I'm good.

Can't you think the same about me? ∆∆∆∆ "Aa pagal! Kya kar rahi hai?" (Hey idiot! What are you doing?) My bro said as he saw me banging my head to the wall. "Kuch nahi....tu ja!" I yelled. (Nothing....you leave!) "Idiot!" He spat and went away. IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT! I'm such a huge, enormous, gigantic-idiot! He told me his about his feelings soo sincerely but what did I do?!