I Am Not Okay Quotes Novels & Stories

she asked. I nodded in reply and dropped the fork on to the table top once again. "It's okay not to be okay." she said. "What?" I asked, surprised by her words. "It's fine to admit that you are not okay when you're not okay. It doesn't make you look or sound less stronger than you actually are. On the contrary, admitting that you're not feeling okay actually makes you look stronger- it can even sometimes make you feel stronger." she explained. "Really?" I asked.

“Shit I have to do something,” “Letting myself like this is not the way I live”

"I'm fine" I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. "I didn't mean t-to scare you, I'm fine now really" I knew I wasn't even convincing myself as I threw her a weak smile. "Talk to me, when I was in your position, all I ever wanted was to have somebody to talk to."

"I'm not doing this." * * *

89 : "Im Sorry" I'm Sorry 89 T A T E I stare at the photo that Gage took on his I*******m. It was a photo of me in black and white, facing my back to him while I was on the jabecausezi. He just posted it three days ago and a lot of hate are already typed on it. Hate on me. But the caption that Gage typed still makes me strong despite the hatred I've been getting lately. He quote: "The view is pretty, but she's prettier."

he held my hand. “I'm so tired, I'm tired of everything. I acted like I was okay, but I was not. I never became okay. I am tired of being worthless. I'm so helpless, Marcus.” I can’t stop crying out loud about all the feelings that I hid years ago. “I'm not okay when my Aunt and Malia treated me like trash. I'm not okay when I lose everything and end up with nothing. I'm not okay; I never became okay; it hurts,” I held my chest. All the sorrows were stuck here.

“Are you okay?” “No, I'm not,” her response was instantaneous. “I'm not okay, and I'm sure I'm not fucking drunk!” She yelled out, prompting me to separate the phone from my ears to avoid getting my drums split. “I'm not okay, Dash,” she lowered it to a whisper. "I'm not bloody okay."

I wasn’t okay. Not yet. But I wasn’t alone either. And that… that mattered more than I could ever say

What if you are not okay but are just saying you are ok. If I’m not okay, then there must be a reason I’m saying I am okay! What, why? Are you embarrassed? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s alright. You’re only human, you can fall. Don’t worry about it. I understand, she said. You think I care if you understand or not? No, do you think this is something you should even try to understand in the first place? This is something you should be apologizing for! Me? Why?

Why I am not strong like others? "I'm so sorry. So sorry. So sorry but I couldn't..." I whisper sobbing. "I miss you...I miss you so much. please come back....your honeybee miss you... Please come back no one love me now.... everyone hates me no one loves me .... please come back" I chock and start sobbing. "Honeybee remember I always with you" "Honeybee alwys remember who are you it's ok to be different but it's not ok to hate yourself"