Novel & Cerita Good Reasons For Bad Feelings

“I mean, she and I have never really gotten along.” “Why is that?” “I don’t know for sure,” I admitted. “She hates me.” “She hates you?” He looked more confused than usual. I nodded. “That’s what she says.” “She told you that she hates you?” “More than once.” “Huh.” He ran his hand along his chin. “She doesn’t seem like a very nice person if she would just tell you she hates you--unless she had a good reason.” “I don’t think she had a good reason, but I don’t know. I do feel bad for her, especially right now. I can’t imagine going through what she’s going through, with the baby and all.”

" My throat tightened. "No, baby. He ' s gone. He died a long time ago. " "Did the bad lady kill him? Like she wanted to kill us?" "Yes. " "I hate her. " "I know. But hating people, it doesn 't make things better. It just makes us hurt more. " "What makes things better?" I pulled her close. "Love. Family. Being kind even when the world isn 't kind to us. " "Like you ' re being kind to me?"

I can’t promise, I already agreed on Kyrie to send us home tomorrow. “Baby, you know… hating someone is not good for you,” I said in a calm voice. “Why not?” Kiara asked with his eyes looking so confused at me right now. “Well, because… Hate can one day turn into anger and feeling so much anger can make us a bad person.” I didn’t know if I explained it well to my daughter but it was the best shot I could give. "Anger too much anger can lead us to hurt someone, even the people who are close to us. And we don't want that, right?"

-Eve- I hate it when bad people win. I hate the fact that, after all the bad things that they had done, they wouldn’t get punished for it. Those people are the kind of people I hate the most. How can they get away from all the bad things that they have done and leave those who are good with so much pain? And why the hell do bad things happen to good people? What the hell have they done that was so wrong for them to deserve such pain?

" Yeah, I think so. Because it does not just seem to be on a normal level for me." " How can I possibly have something personal against a man who I have never shared anything in common with? Does that even make sense?" " Of course, people can hate other people without having a particular reason for it " " It does not work that way for me. I don't even know this man in question. I have never met him . And he has never met me. At least, not yet." " Why then do you seem to have something personal against him?" " Like I said, there is no particular reason in particular. But if you need a reason, you can keep looking at those adults gathered at the gate of the white house of America. Their frustr

He explained calmly. "Tell me baby, if they do good things out of the goodness of their hearts, why do they request for appreciation so bad? Why does the lack of it make them so angry? And why do they crave validation for their act so much? If you're doing something for someone because of the kind of person you are, whatever their reaction is shouldn't be you worry." Sufyan was exasperated, here she goes again with her wrong views but good arguing points.

I said. "Brother, can I ask something?" I looked at her. "What is it?" I asked. "What if Bea did something wrong to you, would you still forgive her?" "Depends on what she did and her reason, of course. I first need to find out her side of why she did that thing. Sometimes we also need an explanation before deciding something." I answered her. "But you won't get mad right away?" "Of course, we're going to be mad first, it's natural for a person to feel angry especially if one of the important people in their life did something bad to them. That person's feelings are valid because the first thing to feel is pain." I promise.

I say without turning to look at them. “I'm sorry, I was just concerned. I didn't mean to meddle” The way she sounded made me feel guilty, so I sat up with my back against the couch to look at the two women who were still looking at me. “It's not that you are meddling. It's just that you guys don't allow me to feel what I want, and it's choking. I should be able to get mad at him and avoid him without feeling guilty for it. He did something wrong, but why do you people make it look like I'm the bad person here? It's a matter of letting me be and crossing boundaries,” I explained as calmly as I could.

But I couldn't keep calm. "Then why the hell are you taunting me?", I shrugged. The only thing I hated about him was that he always tried to hide his feelings but he never stopped making me realize that I had done something wrong. It pinched me more than anything else. "Don't I have the right to feel bad? Why don't you give me some space to get back to normal mode? Seriously, Zoya. You always do it. According to you, I don't have the right to get mad. I don't even have the right to have some space", he blurted out in a breath.

“How are you feeling?” I didn’t answer, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, especially not to him. I could still feel the burn of Lydia’s fingers on my scalp, and the sting of her words. Fuck them. Fuck all of them. I have never done a thing to annoy someone so why does everyone hate me? Why was I so unlikable even though I try my best to be nice to people? Am I really that hideous looking? Was that why no one could genuinely ever like me— not romantically or even platonic?