I Hate Sleeping Alone Novels & Stories

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

Anna I can’t get settled in this squeaky bed. My belly is filled up with nerves, and I hate that. I hate the fear of losing people, so I’ve learned that the best way of going through life is not to get attached in the first place. It’s lonely but it’s safe. But this time is different. This time I’m already in deep. I pushed them and they didn’t walk away. I made them mad and they don’t hate me for it. At least I hope they don’t.

I sat alone on the bed, my legs hanging off the side and my feet barely touching the ground. The night was colder than the day and it was worse because I was alone in the room I didn't want to sleep in , surrounded by an eerie silence and my own thoughts. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't, not here, not again. There's something odd about this room. I don't want to be in here for another day, even another minute.

"I'm not sleeping on the couch, not at all. Don't expect that." "I can't sleep alone. Why else would I be sharing a bed with Nikita when we have an extra bedroom in our house?" "Uh? You share a bed with Nikita?" "Oh, you didn't stalk me up to that extent? Great." I glanced at the bed. "Sleeping alone on a bed gives me some kind of trauma. It's been since I was a child, I slept with my Mom else I was going to experience a panic attack." He nodded. "I'm kinda confused here. So you don't sleep in the afternoon?"

"Sorry, I gotta get some sleep. The words are going blurry." "Thanks for your help." I hug her, then do the same for Melanie. My friends leave my dorm room and I push all the books into a pile. At night I never sleep well. I yearn for Ben, Kiarr or Jacques's company. Every night, I go to sleep alone and cold, with only my memories and what I would do if I could fix the past. * * *

you are blessed. I have always had the fear of waking up and no one being there. I've lived alone for a while now so you'd think I was comfortable waking up alone. Truth be told I am comfortable waking up by my own; waking up after being through hell only to find no one there ... hurts. It feels like r being soaked in ice water when you're freezing cold , during the winter solstice. I don't ever want to feel like that.

This is great Selena. I put the device back where it is, fluff up the pillow, cover myself back snugly, and stare at the ceiling trying to figure out something to make me fall asleep. Until I realize that sleeping in a space alone is not my thing. Yes, I would like to have Hunter by my side, but besides him, I could have my mother in another room like at home. It is unbearable to be alone. I sleep out of my internal obligation; I sleep out of anger at myself for not being able to sleep.

Four years ago. I hate school and I hate people. Why can't people mind their own business and let other people live their lives? I mean, I know we should surround ourselves with positive people and be social, but we can also choose to be alone. I like being alone and minding my own business, but others seem to have a problem with that.

*Jane* When I wake up, I wake up alone. It puzzles me how short an amount of time it took for that loneliness to feel so unfamiliar. But then again, Noah and I have spent every single night together for the past month, so I guess it’s not that strange. New habits form quickly. But I still hate the emptiness of the bed, how cold it feels without another body laying next to me. I’m still meant to be pissed off though, so I shake all thoughts of Noah’s arms from my mind and head into the en suite shower.

“Do you need anything?” “No,” I said. “Are you sure?” she asked. “I made tea.” “I’m okay,” I said again, louder. Then I heard her footsteps walk away. I closed my laptop and rubbed my face. This wasn’t the life I wanted. This wasn’t peace. I used to think being alone was the worst thing in life. Now I wasn’t so sure. Being alone felt like peace to me. That night, when it was time to go to sleep, I got undressed.