I Feel Like I Lost Myself Novels & Stories

So why did I feel like I was losing something important? Shit.

They didn't know just how badly I was affected by this. I was a shell of the person I once was. I had lost all my passion. All my drive. All my enthusiasm. I was no longer the vibrant and cheerful girl. No, I was no longer Elle. Now, I was a broken shell of the girl, I once was. ********** My mother had left my apartment, leaving me all alone to my thoughts. I didn’t go to work today, deciding to get all my work done from home. I was sitting in the tub, enjoying the warm water, sipping a glass of wine.

There was a crack in my voice. “I’m just so confused you know. Like I’m lost in everything that’s happened over the past year and I feel like I shouldn’t be. I feel like I should be on the cusp of the rest of my life and have it all figured out but I don’t. I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who I want to be…”

“I feel like I keep losing chunks of my memory.” I didn’t know if that was a bad thing.

Elijah. I quickly stood up and left them there all. Funny isn’t it? We all looked miserable again. The following days, I locked myself in my room. I could not find my lost self. I could not pick the broken pieces of me on the floor. I am so lost. I don’t know what step I should take next. I know that I am starting to walk in the darkness again. There is no light around and I can’t find any sunshine to shine upon me.

This was choosing herself. So why did it feel like losing everything?

Because if I had emotion, I wouldn't have done the things I had done. You belong nowhere. I shook my head and covered my mouth with the hand to bit down the building scream. I belong nowhere. I belong to no one. Maybe that's why I spend time in the club, trying to find myself or lost myself in the world of unknown. Messages bit my heart like a snake venom. They meant nothing. They weren't true because I wasn't what they were speaking. I was that girl in the past and it didn't exist anymore. I did all these to forget my sins.

“If only heartbreak could be fixed with glitter and mint chocolate chip.” Lana glanced at me. Her teasing smile faltered just a little. “You wanna talk about it?” I hesitated. Because I didn’t come here planning to talk about Roman. I came here to forget. To pretend I hadn’t been touching myself to the sound of his voice in my head just last night. To pretend I didn’t feel like a shell of myself every time he wasn’t near. But pretending only works for so long. “I feel like I’m losing myself,” I whispered.

So much emptier. I can’t say I’m relieved. I can’t say I feel good about what I did. Because I don’t. But I know it was the right choice. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. It’s strange, though. I’ve spent so much of my life trying to please people, trying to fit into their mold of what I should be, that I forgot what it was like to listen to myself. To do what I wanted, not what I thought was expected of me. And now, after everything, it feels like I’m a stranger to myself. Like I’ve been living in someone else’s skin for so long, and I have no idea who I really am beneath all of it.I stare out the window at the city below, watching people rush by, all of them living their own liv

I went straight to my room then locked myself in it. My sillhoutte were perfectly displayed on the right corner. My sadness there disappeared for a moment. I'm really pretentious. I'm with my no usual self. But I'm starting to rebuild myself again. But what if you also gradually lose it? That made me questioned does living is really worth it?