I Have No One To Talk To About My Feelings Novels & Stories

I said while looking at my son. I don't have anyone to talk to. I want to release everything that I feel but I have no one to listen. If I call Matthew I know he will just hate me for hurting Alice. Calling our friends is not an option because they will just look at me the same way. In their eyes, I am an asshole for still being stuck with Lillian and taking Alice for granted. "I don't know what I should do anymore. I feel lost." I confessed to my innocent son.

Home sucks, a lot and I look just like a grounded kid. Nothing could keep me company, not even the television. My favorite network was becoming so boring to me and I was beginning to wish night would surface. Gideon has to be back home... Really? Did I actually said that? It's not even like we talk that much. Everyone to their own rooms, leaving for their own business. All I needed was someone to keep me company, I always feel this tension and fear each time I was alone. I have no one to talk to, so I'm left to have the weird dream dancing in my head. I yawned, stretching. I laid on the longest sofa, shutting my eyes close as I was pulled to sleep. " Deal. "

I couldn’t help asking, everyone stop what they were doing it seems that I walk at the right time of their talk. When no one says anything I make my way into the bathroom leaving them to continue their talk to my surprise when I walked back outside my mate was the only one sitting on our bed “ I hope your friends didn’t leave because of me?” Looking up from her hands she says “ no they just giving us some space for me to talk to you” That’s good cause I want to know what cant she feels comfortable talking to me about it “ what is it you want to talk about? “

I wish I had just bottled everything up, stayed silent—then maybe I wouldn’t feel this sting. Yes, this is me, quietly seeking help. But how would anyone know if I’m too vague? Am I even vague? Communication has never been the key—proven and tested. I keep trying with Paris, but she doesn’t understand. They don’t want to comprehend what I’m saying. And that sucks.

That seems to be what mother’s do best. Once she was gone, I decided I desperately needed to talk to someone, and even though I had butterflies in my stomach, it seemed like there was really only one other person who could even slightly identify with how I was feeling. So I called Brandon, hoping he also was on a lunch break from training or they’d given him the day off. He didn’t answer, though, and I didn’t bother to leave a message. I decided to watch a sitcom on my laptop while I ate my sandwich and lose my thoughts in a mindless program instead of pondering everything that I’d brought upon myself through my impatience.

I sighed, “Fine. Let me be honest with you. I don’t see myself being your “friend.” “Neither do I.” I snorted at that. See? So it was like this all along! Why bother forcing ourselves on each other when we don’t like each other’s company? “Good. That’s good to know that we don’t like each other.” Her lips formed into a pout, “But I don’t have anyone to talk to in our pack.” Oh. So that’s her problem? Geez, why include me in that? “And? I don’t see that’s my problem too. Go find someone to talk to.”

I feel like I'm slipping into depression and there's no one out to see it. I feel so alone and broken I have never felt this way before. Why is it all happening? Is it my fault? Atleast give me a reason, for what am I blaming myself for? I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. I just need a long tight hug. To cry my eyes out.. But when I look around I have no one to rely on I have stopped talking lately and no one seems to notice that I have been quite lately...

It seems so twisted and messed up. “I am always here if you want to talk. You know that, right? Not just when kicking your butt gaming either. If you want company on a walk like tonight, or just sitting down to chat and feel it's not something you can talk to your family or friends about in case they may judge or say something you don’t want them to, then please come talk to me, ok?” I say to him. “You don’t have to hunni. It’s a messed up situation that I am going to have to work out” he smiles at me.

The only area I haven’t explored is the underground pool. Despite my efforts to stay occupied, I am feeling increasingly lonely. There is no one to talk to, no one to share my thoughts and feelings with. I try to strike up conversations with Nona, but her limited English and reserved demeanor make it difficult. I miss my sister, the vibrant energy of Manhattan, and the constant hum of activity.

I asked, and she broke into a loud cry sobbing heavily I knew I shouldn’t have picked up the damn phone I massaged my temples as I could feel a headache beginning to rise “What is it about?” I managed to ask “I am alone in the world, I don’t have anyone. No one cares about me” she sobbed making me let out an internal groan, it was so frustrating that I wanted to rip my hair out of my head “Did something happen?” I asked “Yes, I just need someone to talk to” she sniffled