I Don't Feel So Good Mga Nobela at Kwento

But once her embarrassment passed, she got a little frustrated and exclaimed, "How dare you poke fun at me? I shouldn't have tried to make you feel better just now!" I laughed harder. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. I really wasn't feeling good, but it's not because I felt sad. It's more because my fever hasn't gone down yet." And yet, that wonderful wife of mine never once noticed. Bianca was a little stunned. "Are you really not feeling sad?" I shook my head. "I'm not sad. It feels more like liberation to me." Bianca didn't say anything more. So, I grabbed my phone and switched it back on.

It hit me out of nowhere——a sharp, crushing pain in my chest that stole the air from my lungs. "Mommy, what's wrong?" Luca's voice cut through the haze. My three-year-old was sitting right there, eyes wide and terrified. I tried to smile, keep it together for him, but it felt fake even to me. I wanted to reach out, ruffle his messy hair, but my arm? Useless. Like it didn't belong to me anymore.

“It feels like I’m on my own.” The words lingered in the air. Heavy. Lonely. Real. Because that was exactly what it felt like. No one was truly on my side. Not really. Not anymore. And I was getting tired. So tired. My body felt weaker than before. Every day. Every moment. Like something inside me was slowly giving up. “I can’t…” I whispered. “I can’t keep doing this…” A sharp wave of discomfort passed through me, forcing me to close my eyes for a moment.

Hearing his words again, make me feel I really was loser. “Are you okay?” Feliz asked while trying to reach for my arms. “You’re paling. Are you sick?” I suddenly took hold on his arms and squeeze them. I can’t control the bad feeling inside. I feel dizzy, and my heart gone wild. It absolutely making me out of breath.

I asked if they had a meeting, I mean him and Dante but she said she didn’t know at this point. So, yeah. I am down, my heart aches and I feel as miserable as sin. In fact, I feel like I can’t catch my breath half the time and like someone has literally punched me in the gut. The silence is deafening and leaves me physically in pain. “I’m fine, just some personal issues. That is all.”

This is for the best. If that was the case, why does it feel so wrong and why do I feel so bad?

I went out of my room, walked in the living room to tell Dad my planned. Still no emotions as I lamely talked to my Dad "Dad, about our business in Singapore I'll do it I'm going to help you with Mom. I'll leave.." Dad was still looking at me like 'Are you sure?' looked but after that not so long conversation I decided to go back to my room. But why is that? Why do I feel so incomplete? I feel like something's missing, something's not right. Another days passed when Mom came back here at home. She cheerfully hugged me but still I'm just a lame one, still no emotions and I barely smiles nor talk, when Mom is scanning my face she turned to face Dad but he just shrugged at her.

His arm was wrapped around my waist, and I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. I groaned quietly, running a hand through my messy hair. “I feel like absolute shit,” I murmured, lifting my head slightly. The exhaustion, the dizziness, and the weird queasy feeling in my stomach, it wasn’t normal. Maybe it’s just a virus, I thought. I’ll find out after my 1:00 appointment, though. Knox stirred beneath me, rubbing my back gently. "What’s wrong, baby?" “Just tired,” I said, sinking back into him. “But I’ll be fine after the doctor’s visit.”

It's Thursday today, and I gave up being normal two weeks ago. I would say it wasn't working, but the truth is, lately, I can not seem to muster the strength to do anything. It's like I am seeing the world through fogged glasses. I feel disconnected from everything and everyone. I just want to go home and lay down.

I somehow freed myself from his arms and walked towards the window. "Diya," he mumbled and walked after me. "What happened?" He asked me in a concerning voice. "I don't know... I am... I am not feeling well," I murmured. He immediately held my arms and turned me around. I helplessly looked at him. "Baby, tell me what happened?" He asked, yet again. "I don't know," I honestly responded, "it's like, I have a feeling that things are going to go pretty bad," I sighed.