Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

How do you run, how do you fight, how do you defeat, when you have yourself as the enemy, bent on your misery, your thoughts become an ocean in which you drown, how do you deal with hate that your mind holds onto, telling you that you are not worthy of love, that you are not beautiful, not talented. Sometimes, the biggest curse to have is to hate yourself when all you have is yourself in this world to stay afloat. I stare at the stranger who sat across from me in the park, crying her eyes out after her boyfriend dumped her telling her that she is not enough for him. I wanted to comfort her but it looks like she needs to be alone, sometimes all you need is to be alone, to realise your value,

Her absence today highlighted how much I miss her company, reinforcing my resistance to building connections with others. The lingering sense of loneliness has been a constant companion in my life for an extended period, and I am hesitant to endure such feelings once more. The endeavour to retain self-control and lead a tranquil existence, free from perpetual fear and the need for constant support, has proven to be challenging. I am acutely aware that those who encounter me are incapable of comprehending the extent of my experiences.

“Oh dear, letting him into your apartment was a terrible mistake. You should have called me. I would have told you to stop. No wonder you’re such a mess. You know what? You can go and stay home. I’ll handle things for you.” “But I need to be here. It’s better than being alone at home.” Leah stepped forward and hugged me. I wrapped my hands around her, hugging her tight because I really needed it. “Thank you for understanding me,” I told her. She pulled away. “You should stop thanking me for things because I’m your best friend. Just doing my job. Anyway, I have an idea. You wanted to be single for a while, but it seems that won’t work with you. It’s like you always need someone else to focus

"As I was saying, when you're early you get to know those who come late and those who are like you. I've always loved the idea of being alone, helps to have a clear head." To that I silently scoff in disbelief, doubting that he hardly gets a clear head. Someone like him has a head filled with filth. He frowns at me obviously hearing my scoff, but he continues as if he didn't, "While people may think it's a bad thing, I think when some people are alone is when they can be at their best, when they are most dangerous and when they are unpredictable. We are alike, you and I; we both are thought to be lesser than our predecessors and so we are bound to make double the efforts for the same recogni

But he’s so wrong if he thinks that’s because I can’t stand being in the same space with him. Hate him? Gods, I would love to be able to do that. Hate him so much that I don’t think of him every time I get myself off. Hate him so much that on those days that I feel incredibly lonely and just want someone to hold me, it’s not him I think about. Hate him to the extent that I don’t hate myself for being a coward about what we could have been. Because we could have been so much more, I know it.

Caroline said. “I know Caro but, this is my mate I’m talking about. I’ve been too long without him and I refuse to allow some human bitch to best me." I replied. "If she wants him, then she’s going to have to get through me first. For years I’ve been alone and I’m tired. I know that everyone thinks I’m strong and have handled not having a mate. The truth is I’m lonely, Caroline. I hate going to bed by myself. It’s a horrible feeling” I explained. “Anita, I’m so sorry that you have to go through this. You don’t deserve it” she breathed, wrapping me in a hug.

People don't hate ghosts. Our time together was pretty short, but it was also the best time of my life. Now that you're gone, I feel empty. Without you, I feel broke like half a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel like a torn sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song. You broke my heart, but I still love you with all the pieces and I'll always do. Take good care of yourself. Love,

Mutual pity. "Michele, I don't understand what is wrong. Please explain it to me," I stated. I stood now and walked hallway across her living room to be closer to her. She looked up now, her eyes were red and she looked desperate. "You don't understand what it is like to be me. You don't know what it is like to know that you are supposed to be alone. That people, if they really knew everything about you, that they'd think you were disgusting. You don't know what it's like to feel like you're only way to get a connection with a person is to suck it out of a stranger's cock in a dirty bathroom. Didn't you say that I didn't have to talk to you? I am done, I don't want to talk anymore. Please le

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.