Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’

Chapter : one Since I'm 5 yrs, I always heard adults saying "nobody love walking alone, even problem don't visit people alone. They always move in group". Half of the world population don't understand the meaning of those words, I/4 can't write nor read, so only 1/4 understand. because if you've never experienced it, you would never understand. For example, This month I've lost everything that really matters to me, I know it suck to be alone or be surrounded but feel lonely. I've ended my education due to fund, I've lost my friends and family members and I am sick and tire being manipulated by those I trust. I thought I had friends, oncles and cousin. It was only my imagination, they were a

I just keep getting stronger and stronger every day. Everyone hates to be alone , and I get that – but when you are alone you tend to talk to yourself , you tend to give your advice. By talking to yourself , you start building your personality – you begin to stand firm on what you believe and who you are. For the first time in a while , I can openly say that I am alone and I am loving it.

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

“I’m guessing you are about to tell me?” “You destroy everything you touch and I think deep down you know that and you embrace it like it’s a fucking medal when it shouldn’t. Change the tale for once, stop acting like a fucking man baby and have a good thing to yourself for once” “She hates my guts”, I said not really sure why I hadn’t hung up on him yet. Being a lone wolf had its perks, I liked being one. No stress, no feelings attached, no crippling deaths weighing you down. Shit was great when you were alone.

I hate being alone. I have been alone all my life and I hated every single second of it. I don't want to be alone again... I have a mate and friends now; I want to be with them as long as I can, not in the darkness that I used to live in for most of my life. "Liam!"

I thought he would kill me already but he suddenly let go of me and pushed me away “I think I know now why people hate you so much.” I bravely said as I wiped the smudge of cookies on my face. He furrowed his brows. “What?” “Maybe just like me, they wanted to befriend you too. But you’re always pushing them away.” “What the fuck are you saying? Do you really want to get killed huh?! “There’s no one in this world who likes to be alone. Sometimes they just keep themselves away from other people because they’re afraid they might end up being lonely.”

But for now, I was left to face the darkness of his hatred, alone and adrift in a sea of uncertainty. I found myself standing alone once more, a familiar sensation that had become all too comfortable over the years. It was as though I had grown accustomed to navigating the treacherous landscape of life without a safety net, without anyone to turn to in times of need. The feeling of isolation was a constant companion, one that I had learned to tolerate but never truly shake off.

“Because I didn’t want you to be alone. I get what… I get what it’s like. To be in that place. And I went there so many times… I mean, I’ve been there so many times. And sometimes I hated myself for doing it. And sometimes I hated life so much I just didn’t want to remember anymore.” He puts the bottle down, a soft thud echoing on his desk. I can tell he’s still listening. “So you came here because you thought I hated myself?” I lick my lips, my throat dry. “No, it’s just. Sometimes, I know exactly what it’s like to feel both of those things, to be alone–” “And to hate yourself?” He says again, his voice sardonic. “Yes,” I admit. But I straighten my spine. “But, when I get like that? The onl

I was the useless one, I was the weak one. A shuddering breath escaped me as my throat tightened. I bit down hard, trying to will the tears away, but it was no use. More than ever I felt alone. And for the first time, I admitted to myself just how much that terrified me. The fear of being abandoned, convincing myself it was better to be hated than to be forgotten. Is there a worse fate than being a forgotten soul in a world full of love?