I Know You've Been Hurt By Someone Else Novels & Stories

The secrets seemed to be slowly feeding on his soul without his knowledge. ‘’You are ri---ght, I don’t know you, and I never claimed to know you," I stuttered, feeling pressure on my head as I talked to him, "because you never tried to be good yourself. You think you are hurt, and that’s why you hurt everyone around you. What if the person who hurt you had gone through the same phase? What if that person was hurt, too? If we all keep hurting others because somebody else hurt us, how and where would this chain end?" I muttered, chewing words in hatred; a terrible past was not enough of an excuse for his heinous actions; many innocents had suffered, cut down by the knife of his so-called bad p

I said softly. “I’m not trying to make you doubt yourself, but I know how this world works. Old wounds often get reused as weapons. And you’re too kind. You believe people can change, even after they’ve hurt you more than once.” I looked down, tracing circles on the table with my finger. “Maybe I am foolish. But I don’t want to be the kind of person who lets someone suffer just because of our past.”

You lost your chance with me, and you'll never get another one, but I wish there were someone who would take care of you. I'm not going to do that, not anymore, but someone has to. The reason you made me suffer so much is that you're the one who's suffering. Maybe you're not aware of that yet, or maybe you finally are, but you've been hurting yourself too. I started this letter by telling you how much you hurt me, but it doesn't mean you're bad. Good people do bad things, and most of the time, it's because someone had done bad things to do them.

, he states. “So what?” I retorted. “That doesn’t make you good for me or the man I’m choosing to be with in my life”! “I’m still in love with you too, Loyalty, and I fucked up. I admit that! I was fucking scared of hurting you and a baby the way my father hurt me and my mother. Instead, I hurt you even more than he ever hurt us. But Loyalty please, I’ll do anything, be anything you need or want me to be. Please?”, he begs.

To look pathetic isn't on my list of things. To be honest l dont know whether these tears are for the slap my mum gave me and her words or it's for my ex boyfriend's insults. Or the slap my beastie gave me! All l know is that am hurt for now. Don't even know whether it's me who hurt myself or the people close to me.

I’ve learned that if you hurt by someone you love, even if the pain is just a little, that can change you become the person that you even don’t know, and I swear Lena must don’t know who she is now. She’s mad and loses control. She takes her anger out on others and hurts people. I’m worried about Z, but I’m more worried about Lena. I’m not a good person and I admitted that, but in most ways, I’m not too bad. I may be a really bad person but I’m not aware enough to see that I’m a bad person. I hurt Lena, I do. But that was a really difficult time for me and I didn’t mean to hurt anybody, especially her.

Anu's POV No one can hurt you more than the person who knows you well. who knows all your ups and down, who knows your story, whom you trust with your life. People effortlessly have the tendency of getting affected by the people who matter to them. I'm hurt because Masha matters to me, and realising that even she thinks that I need a man in my life to survive makes me dispirited. I'm a well grown up woman who knows what is better for her. I'm living on my own and I've a daughter to raise. I'm not lonely, I'm not pathetic . fuck. I can live on my own.

“I can’t be the only one you hear in this place.” “You are not, but we can… tune others out. We learned a long time ago that we cannot fix everyone. We cannot help the whole world. There are some people, those who are so profoundly injured that their pain can’t be measured in words, who can break through our barriers. Those are the ones who are most in need of our help.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause… disharmony in your forest.” “The blame is not yours.” “I should not have gone to my mother.”

Stop deceiving yourself and stop playing games with me. "You're really getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" I said with a slight jest in my voice, trying to mask the hurt that was bubbling up inside me. The chuckles from your lips only served to deepen the wounds, reminding me of how much you've changed. It's like a knife twisting in my heart with every laugh. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; they flowed freely down my cheeks, tracing the path of my brokenness.

Actually everything’s not yet late to make everything right, are you still going to wait for the people around you t o get hurt? When we get back to the room, I sighed, and lie in bed. I didn’t mind the cup noodles. Bro, even if we fight sometimes, we must always be there for one another . I am so sad right now bro, I am feeling something and I don’t know how will I let it out. Tears just fell from my eyes. Hahahaha bro I am becoming cry baby. I just cry once in a motnh before sometimes, I really don’t because you know how to let me tell my feelings. I am hurt bro like crazy.