Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

Had it been with Lucian that she had lost, the one with whom she had experienced the happiest moments of her life, despite his betrayal and the shattering of every promise he had made? Her heart seemed to be ripped apart as she forced herself to talk. “Love hasn't found its way into my life very often anyway.” As the tremor threatened to overtake her, she drew in a deep breath and endeavored to compose herself. “Everyone seems to enjoy hating me. Oh.. hurting me too.” As she continued, her eyes grew cloudy. “It’s okay. Hate me to your core. Get all the hate off your chest and pour all your hatred on me. I shall not insist upon your affection. I'll never do it. Grant me a chamber, secluded fr

Rock bottom has its firm grip on me. “And you’re living alone which means you can do whatever the hell you want whenever you want.” Jayler went on and I saw through the eager naivety right there. “I just can’t wait for the day that I’ll be on my own.” “Oh, be careful what you wish for.” I trailed knowing that living alone isn’t always that liberating and fun. The loneliness kills you most especially if you are single as fuck. Staring at the four walls ain’t even that fun. You have to do all the work too. “Living alone isn’t always that fun and this is coming from a person who’s been living alone for five years.”

My parents both gone. “Look, I know this is all extremely new to you and believe me if I were you, I’d be scared too. But all I can tell you is this. You’re not alone. You have four wonderful mates who love and adore you and a friend who won’t let anything bad happen to you while he’s here.” “But I am alone. That’s the thing you guys don’t get. You guys don’t see the things I see when I’m alone.” “Then tell us. Let us in.”

"I don't allow myself to love just for the pain, it's for everything that comes with it. For the responsibility, for the fact that a relationship is a freedom together, and that I adapted to a lonely life. Long before my father's death. First of all. And I noticed that being alone protects me, strengthens me, and I'm afraid of it. Because I'm not the powerful woman you think of, Hazz. I have flaws. I break myself. And I'm no better than anyone.” "I didn't either" he took a step forward, still clinging to the handle, as if he was going to run out the door at the slightest sign of my discomfort. "I'm just the guy you wouldn't look at more than once if you were anywhere else, on a corner. I'm a

"I'm sorry." I saw how his shoulders fell. How tears escaped from his eyes. I saw how disappointed he was. But I can't just ruin my plan. I’m doing this not because of him ... or Jase. I'm doing this for myself, because for the past years, I've always relied my happiness on someone else that I forgot how to be happy on my own. Being alone, whenever Jase is with Kalex, made me realize that sometimes being alone doesn't mean you're sad, being alone is something you need because the first person you should love before anyone else is yourself. And this is the first time that I'll be doing something for myself without having a problem or thinking about anything or anyone else.

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.

I'm afraid for that to happen so might as well push myself to loneliness than to have someone that'll hug me in this world full of arrows that can kill all of us. I can't take seeing them suffer and that's why I prefer myself this way; fighting alone though waves of hardships are striking me and trying to take me down. I don't wanna be selfish that's why I'm not dreaming of being a mother and a wife anymore though I wished to have one before. I mean it's everybody's dream and I'm not excluded from that. But thankfully, I've realized this and just dumped those wishes of mine.

“Is it because of the time? The memories? Or are you just afraid of being alone?” I look down at my phone; the screen too bright in the dim light. I feel her words cut into me. The truth hurts more than I thought it would. I’m scared of being alone. He was the only one I had. My parents never cared about me—not really. I’ve always been alone, and now, I’m just... terrified of facing that reality. It's funny how I spend my life making people laugh, especially children, yet deep down, I feel sad and lonely, as if something is missing.

He knows that some battles can only be fought alone. But as we approach the hotel, its glass facade reflecting the afternoon sun like a promise of transparency it can't possibly keep, I feel the first cracks in my armor. The satisfaction of revenge, I realize, is no satisfaction at all. It's just another kind of loneliness, another way of keeping the world at arm's length.I'm so tired of being alone.