Estupida Mis Sentimientos Idiota Novels & Stories

"I'm.....s.....s....sorry Mum...." "Don't call that? And sorry? You think that stupid English word can fix everything?" She was right. A simple word cannot fix a sin I had committed. I deserve this. I'm a worthless, stupid, biological waste in this world. Even my Allah might be disgusted of me. Even my parents my mother taste me. Someone like me doesn't deserve to live. I should die.....

ACE What did I just do? I can't believe I said those hurtful words to her. What the heck is wrong with me? I groaned out. I didn't know when I said those hateful words to her. I shouldn't have gone that far. No one will be happy to be called a disgrace. I feel so stupid right now. I should have stopped her from going but it was too late. I was consumed with jealousy that I didn't realize those words were going to come from my mouth. I feel so ashamed of myself.

I could hear the idiot laughing through the door, "Mi-chin-sae-ki." I muttered the insult as I walked back to the bed where my bag awaited with my lone tee and the only other pair of jeans I own. I'm not an idiot, and I for damn sure don't have any of those stupid hang-ups you'd expect to find in someone with a chip on her shoulder.

This dumb idiot! "Because I made up the story," I croaked out, "how could you be so stupid as to believed singing like that?" I asked angrily. As if insulting him wasn't enough, I spat at him at him, and even though the spittle didn't hit where I wanted it to, it still managed to grace his left foot where I watched it slowly dissolve into nothingness. Oh God, I am stupid. So stupid. I shouldn't have yelled, I shouldn't even have spat at him- because somehow I feel like an alarm just ticked off, and his cool demeanor turned into a psychotic beast in the blink of an eye.

This dumb idiot! "Because I made up the story," I croaked out, "how could you be so stupid as to believe in singing like that?" I asked angrily. As if insulting him wasn't enough, I spat at him, and even though the spittle didn't hit where I wanted it to, it still managed to grace his left foot where I watched it slowly dissolve into nothingness. Oh God, I am stupid. So stupid. I shouldn't have yelled, I shouldn't even have spat at him- because somehow I felt like an alarm just ticked off, and his cool demeanor turned into a psychotic beast in the blink of an eye.

I saw those two girls in front of me and I blame myself for believing this arrogant idiot is of any use. The weather is so chilling that you get cold easily if you stay outdoors for an hour and this idiot wore a sleeveless and above knee-length dress. I can clear the goosebumps on her hands. I can never ever imagine the range of this girl's stupidity. Should I call her dumb or stupid or idiot or arrogant? I guess every word suits her now. Gosh, I can see her hiding the facial expression and stiffness that was caused because of cold.

"Damn, what happened? Why can't it be opened? Is it dead? Oh, hell no!" "Oh, yeah, f*ck no!" I gasped as I realized I had killed it. "Ah, sh*t! I'm such an idiot!" I groaned and face-palmed because of my foolishness. "I'm so sorry, Vid. Oh, no! I'm so stupid. Damn it!" I cried and felt so bad about myself. How did I...? Ugh!

That shit must have hurt, more than necessary. I felt foolish, naive and very stupid.

Don’t save me. Just forget me. My knees collapse again. My elbows hit my thighs, and my head falls into my hands. And then I start slapping my own skull. Over and over. “Stupid. Fucking. Idiot.” Over and over. “You ruined her.” You always ruin everything.