I Don't Feel So Good Novels & Stories

But that sounds like horse shit to me. “I actually don’t feel good, Mum. I feel weird.” “Weird, how?” she asks. “I don’t know,” I continue. The car slows to a stop. I stare out the window to the place I call home. Calling it home feels wrong but I don’t know why. I don’t know a lot of things these days except the music. And on most days, the music doesn’t make me feel as whole as I try to make it seem. I open the door and put a foot out. “Something is off.”

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.

I have a bad feeling. I slept the night away.

"You can trust me." Why did I suddenly feel like a terrible person?

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.

Unfortunately, I don't feel better afterward. I just have this aching need to cry.

I feel so sad all of a sudden and I know it’s all about this heat season fucking with my mind, but these emotions feel too real. “ You are saying I am not…Loveable? Am I so bad? ”