Express Yourself Novels & Stories

I felt like I'd become dumb because of all this… I am new to this, and the worst part is I can't express myself as I wanted to because I know that I will not be able to bear everything if I open my heart to him… Once again, I felt like my chest was going to explode. I breathe a couple of times heavily to calm myself down again. I use that time to clear my mind. Should I be direct or not? This is driving me crazy. "What are you sorry for?" I managed to ask him without my voice trembling. I am still not looking at him. It took a while to hear his answer. "...for everything…I am sorry for everything, my lady…." Again, tears were trying to escape my eyes, but I couldn't stop them this time.

I know I'm not brandishing a hero now, I'm brandishing a hater, deceitful, liar. Let it be! It is a pleasure for me to know the inner workings of myself. You hate to listen to my moan. Well, to hate it, I will try to I make my moan as unpleasant as I can... You understand nothing yet, gentlemen. is not it? So I have to explain it more, so that you may understand these minutes joy. Are you laughing? This is so much fun. But my jokes and sarcasm are ridiculous, truncated, vague, lacking in self-confidence.

Moreover, the underlying thought and emotions that are fighting to come out from both of our hearts but we don't even know how to speak or make conversation like normal human beings. Things are when you don't know how to express yourself. I made a mistake leaving living years ago without speaking what was in my heart to Jayce, and now I guess it's too late to cry about the mistakes of the past. All I can do right now is wait for Jyace to come out and talk about something that has been long underlying in my heart but I am too scared to talk to anyone about it. But maybe now is the time to step up and take action before it gets later than it already has been. **

"Mixed feelings and messed up thoughts. why am i unable to express myself. parted my lips to speak but all came out was uhhhh. i wanna know the feeling of knowing my feelings so bad. how does it feel to express yourself? why is such common thing so hard for me? why do over think and make things hard? I wanna know so bad,so bad,so bad. but can't do it, do it, do it someone please teach me, teach me , teach me wait a sec, even if someone agrees to teach this wrench. who will guarantee I can learn it. even i am afraid cuz there is no warranty to this guarantee still... wanna know so bad, so bad so bad

And I did not want that to happen to her again. “Sshh , Maddy.. cry it out. It is ok to express ourselves. You have been trying to keep it for too long. I am here you can just cry it out.” I said. As I patted her shoulder.

“Why do you push everyone away? All we want to do is help-” “The last person I let in, loved and was sincere with is getting married to someone else. So don’t try to teach me how to express myself!” I spat. I was sick and tired of people trying to tell me how to feel or react to certain things. I wonder how people did not understand that talking about certain things was basically like turning a knife in my wounds. Wounds that may never heal.

After debating with myself for five minutes, I ended up sending a short message to him, informing him about my vacation. To be honest, I'm not good at expressing my feelings. I'm terrible at it, so many people often misunderstand me. That's why I'm always sorry for not expressing my feelings. It's too bad that I'm not good at explaining my feelings. But he always saw through my façade. He was the only person who saw me as the person I am, not the person I wanted people to see. That's why I'm trying to express my feelings more, even though it's still awkward sometimes.

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Stomping my feet, I shouted silently. I felt so embarrassed thinking that Hogan was attracted to me and for asking him if I was ugly or not. After shouting silently, I lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. A lot of things happened today. Even if there were bad things, I was glad Hogan and I sorted it out. [“If you feel wronged and sad, you should express your anger. Shout. Say that you're mad and fight back.”] I put my hand on my chest and felt my heart pounding as I remembered Hogan’s words.

“Speak, Christian. Say what you’re feeling out loud. Truth is painful sometimes, but it’s real. No one can read your mind, so you need to express yourself clearly.” “I’ve been an ass. A total ass,” I blurted. “Worse than that. A total bastard.” There was silence. “I was scared, and I didn’t know how to tell you.” “Why?” she asked softly. “Because I was terrified to ask you if I never walked again, if you would leave me.” I heard her fast intake of air. “But I told you—”