Express Yourself Novels & Stories

"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.

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—”

“Thank you. And thank you for doing all this.” “You’re welcome. Now – go and claim your man.” I frowned a little. “What does that mean?” “It means show up and say, ‘You’re mine, I’m yours, let’s cut the crap.’” I stared at him. “You want me to say that? ‘You’re mine, I’m yours, let’s cut the – ’” “Not in so many words,” he said, exasperated. “I want you to radiate it. Exude it.”

"I like that about you." "What?" "The way you don't hide from people. Your feelings, your thoughts." "What are you talking about?" "Your expression," he replies, leaving me confused. "One hour you were super excited and a second later, you completely shut your face. You're funny." "It's just that I'm not fake. If I like it, I'll tell you. If I don't like it, you'll know too. Being two-faced is a very laborious thing, not for a practical person like me."

"When we talked, my heart suddenly felt a relief. I felt like all the things that made my heart heavy disappeared in an instant, like magic. I read too many romance novels, that's why I immediately knew what I was feeling." I placed my arms on his shoulder, hugging him. It's the least thing I can do for him. He became silent. "Go on. Keep saying all the things your heart wants to say. I'm listening," I gently said. I even rested my face on his head. "All my life, I never became good at expressing myself. And, I am thankful you're letting me say things like these to you without creeping out or feeling awkward. This is the best thing I could do to make myself happy for the first and last time.

“What we want to do here is to express an idea. What am I going to say? Which approach should I take? From personal experience? Perhaps you’ve had your heart broken, and as a result, you wish to get your feelings out. Maybe you’d like to talk about your family or share a moment of sadness or an expression of gratitude. “I’m sure your other professors have gone over this with you, but remember this: It doesn’t matter if you use some textbook methods or certain steps anymore. Everything you write must be you talking. It’s about reaching out to the listener’s emotions so they can connect and feel what Joe feels. How does he feel about this woman?”