I Don't Feel So Good Novels & Stories

ALICE Words couldn't describe how shitty I felt. It was the shittiest feeling in the world. Shittier than shit. Ever since I left that New Year's Eve bullshit party, I hadn't felt like myself. I was so down. So, so down. I didn't want to eat. Work out. Nothing. All I could do was stay in bed and wallow in my misery.

Have I gone mad that I can't feel empathy anymore? I don't feel any ounce of pity or remorse. In fact, I don't feel anything. Not even satisfaction. That numb sensation you get when you wake up in the morning and do your routine before anything else because it's become too usual that nothing about it is special...yes, that's how I feel.

" Not fully . You're going for a check up and then shopping for tomorrow's event . " " I'm fine . " " I like to be thorough… " I all of the sudden started feeling nauseous and unwell. © #KCMmuoe

Daniel is not half as expressive to people as he is to me. The thought made some sort of weird feeling bubble up in my heart. Not good. I need to do something about this asap.

I set my phone down, watching him with the very intensity he is watching me with. “Are you okay, beautiful? You seem a little off today.” I nod, but quickly shake my head, making his face furrow. “I am not okay,” I sigh. Truly and honestly, I don't feel like myself today, now that I think of it, I haven't felt like myself in days. Perhaps it's the effects of me getting my gift, that shit took a lot from me. “Really?” Kingston inquires. “Uh-huh, why don't you help me feel better?” I tell him, batting my eyelashes at him, a pout fixed on my lips.

I don't know what's happening to me. I've never felt so... sick! I feel hot and sticky... and achy. My head is spinning and I can't seem to focus on anything. I feel like I'm walking in and out of a cloud. Everything seems so disjointed. I don't understand what is going on right now. All I want to do is sleep.

I know that for now, we're safe here, but I can't get the feeling out of my head, Something is about to go down….. And it isn't a good feeling.

"How are you doing?" Ruth asked before taking a huge bite out of the apple in her hand. "You okay?" She managed to ask with a mouthful of the bite. I shrugged lazily. "I'm fine, I guess," "Oh, you're not fine at all. You smell different and you look like shit. Are you not eating?" I could tell she was frowning even though I wasn't looking. I exhaled deeply before looking up. "I have no appetite these days…. I just…I'm just not in a good mood most of the time. There's a lot in my head…"

I can’t remember the last time I apologized to anyone, for anything. I feel marginally better, though. Less shitty. Maybe she does, too.

Nina I wake up feeling like shit. The kind of shit that weighs you down, fills your lungs with dread, and won’t let go. Maybe it’s just my head running in circles, or maybe it’s that damn conversation with Jaxon last night, but something’s off. I’ve got a bad feeling in my gut, like I’m on the edge of a cliff and one wrong move will send me plummeting.