I Am Not Okay Quotes Novels & Stories

Am I supposed to say okay? It’s not okay. This isn’t right. You don’t just reject a mate for no reason. You don’t just nail and bail your fated fucking mate. “Why?” The word is torn from my throat, jagged and raw, and I sound so damn young. So stupid. He stares harder at the wall. “It’s not you. It’s just— You’re so— It won’t—” He kind of waves at me like that’s an explanation. What am I? What’s wrong with me?

I'm done feeling sorry for what wasn't my fault and my burden to carry. I'm done giving a fuck!

And the video got finished. I got annoyed. Why would I need to do this? I took Nick's phone. I thought about what I should message her. I typed," Good morning, love!". No, that doesn't sound like Nick. Should I use darling instead of love? Or sweetheart would be better. I thought. God, why can't I decide. At last, I typed,"Good morning!". I didn't write anything after good morning. She replied," Good morning, my bad boy. How are you?"

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

‘Those who belittle others are usually so little themselves. Small people belittle others. Great people make others feel they to can become great.’ Quote by Nick Verd. April barely had time to plaster a small smile on her face, still covering her braces, before they entered the hall. To claps and cheers. In her mind, she had very little to be happy about right now. The way Noah had looked at her made her self-conscious of her overweight body. She didn’t want to be here.

I repeated softly, “Exactly.” “Right?” she said, voice brightening a little, like we had suddenly entered the same emotional wavelength. “It’s like the final Jenga block gets pulled and everything just collapses.” I leaned back a bit against the stall wall, still not ready to open the door or step out. But I didn’t feel quite so alone anymore. “Listen,” she continued, “whatever it is… it’s okay to not be okay. Even if it’s work. Even if it’s a man. Or both.”

Anyway, tell me what you're thinking, because I’m not okay. I’m not okay at ALL. Love & longing, — Me, your author who is currently melting into a pillow over this fictional man

I just have to admit that, maybe, just maybe, I wasn't good enough for them. I wasn't good enough for him, who shall not be named, then. And now, I wasn't good enough for the man I love with all my life. I am not good enough. I am not enough. I am not enough. God, it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Please, God, please. Please, please, please. Let me our of this misery. I can't. I ... just can't. It hurts to breathe. Why is it hurting?

At first slowly because of the blinding light but then I adjusted. "I am okay" I murmured out loud. "I am okay. I am okay. I am okay" I said over and over again. "I am strong. I am powerful. I am unstoppable. I am…" Who the f*ck am I kidding? There is nothing powerful or unstoppable about me. I was majorly screwed. Screwed six ways to Sunday and I am yet to find out just how much my life is going to suck. Ari's decision to choose himself and be happy…yeah, it was heartwarming and I am happy for him, really but why can't I breathe?

"You know you don't have to always be okay. Once in a while, you can admit you're not okay" "Let go of me," I say with a hoarse voice. Damn him, I'm not going to cry in front of him. "Marianna, even an asshole like me knows you're not okay and I wish you would let me be there for you" "You have a lot of wishes today. Did I suddenly turn into a genie or what?" I know what he's doing. Trying to get me comfortable so I'd tell him what happened and maybe I would if it wouldn't interfere with my plans.