I Know I Deserve More I Just Never Said It Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ I Said with my Voice Full of so Many emotions I didn't even know where to place . “You owe me nothing and you have relayed anything you feel you owe me because everything I had ever wanted and all the things I didn’t get all my life you gave me all. You deserve so much more than you get from me because you are a good person and you never tend to disappoint me. If there is one thing I love so much about you,It’s how you always stick to your promises. And I am so appreciative to have someone like you by my side. And I went through a lot just thinking about whether you were okay or not. Please don’t do things like that to me again because I would not be able to take such Else i might end up h

she asked, leaning back in her chair. “I don't know…” I said. “They’re all saying different things. Most times they remind me of how useless I am. How I could never amount to anything. Or they say I don't deserve the happiness I deserve. I try to ignore them and just go along with what everyone else wants me to do instead... But sometimes I feel like they actually have a point, I feel like they might be right. I feel like I deserve all of these. Is it strange that I feel that way?”

Everything had been scrubbed to a flawless shine whilst she had sojourned on the rooftop. “I’m not a defect.” She murmured, “I’m not a defect.” Why? “Because I am grateful for everything he has given unto me.” What else? “Because… because I…” What is the one thing he desires from you? “I’m not defective. I’m not a defect. I’m not a defect.” Say it enough times and perhaps the words might ring true.

“Feels like it.” “So what now?” “I don’t know.” “Then start with knowing you don’t deserve this,” she said. “And maybe don’t keep pretending you do.” The quiet stretched—heavy. Honest. I stood, setting my mug down. “I should go.” Elena rose with me. “Call me, okay? Even if it’s to sit in silence.” “I know.” Once again, she hugged me tight at the door. “You deserve better than this.” I didn’t answer. Because deserving something and having it were two different things.

“You can’t un-do what you said any more than you can un-do sleeping with half the squad.” Well that fucking stings. Where is this even coming from? I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Because you’re perfect, right? You never say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing.” The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth. “Well guess what? I’m not perfect. Never have been, never claimed to be. Do you know how hard it is to try to be the guy you deserve when you’re so fucking perfect? How the fuck am I ever supposed to measure up?”

I am nothing more than a coward and I deserve everything I get. I deserve the hate Blake holds for me right now. I deserve the nightmares and the loneliness which consume me at night. I deserve the lack of trust which everyone seems to have in me. Hell I deserve to be dead given all the things I have done and the pain which I had caused - I would happily take death right now over everything which has happened because of my own naïve foolishness.

I swallowed hard. I'm not, I'm not better than that. I'm a terrible person, I deserve it all.

I said. "I know I've said it already, I know you're not even awake to hear it but I keep needing to say it because I keep thinking about every single moment where I could have believed you and chose not to." I stopped. "You kept telling me, you stood in front of me and told me the truth over and over and I kept finding reasons not to hear it." The room was very quiet. "You deserved better than that," I said. "You deserve better than that and when you wake up I'm going to spend as long as it takes making sure you know that I know that."

I don’t deserve it , I knew it , I knew that I didn't deserve to go through all of that mess but there was Nothing that I could do that would please him , I am not the one wanted . I am not the girl everyone loved , I am just the bitch that everyone passed around .

Only coming out upon seeing you, the person I used to be, the odd ball out. I guess I'mjust trying to say every decision has an explanation, so I felt you deserved to know mine. Not because, I'm trying to justify what I did, never that, whatI did was wrong. I deserve everything negative I get my way, I deserve it all. I deserve to have an aching weighing feeling on my heart because, of the guilt. I deserve to have my parents hate me for what I did.