I Like Myself Book Novels & Stories

“Shadow Lady. Isn’t that your favorite too? I heard that from you once.” She managed a faint smile and gave a small nod. “Jessica has so many books. There were more popular ones, even more beautiful ones. Why you like that book instead?” “I think that book comes closest to revealing her true self. It’s where she laid bare her emotions, where she poured all of her sorrow into every page. It’s my favorite because every time I read it, I feel like I’m drawing closer to her… like I’m beginning to understand who she really is.”

“I’m not just documenting Elysium. I’m living it. And every mark on my skin, every word in this book, is proof that I don’t want to go back.” I close my eyes, clutching the notebook to my chest. And for the first time, my diary feels less like an assignment and more like a promise.

It was why I had hesitated to make my choice between them for so long. However, at that moment, I finally understood that I had been just a toy for them to pass the time with over the last two decades. Just then, Sophia uploaded a new post to her Instagram. She was sitting on my couch in the photo, showing off two different diamond rings that sparkled brilliantly on her fingers. She was wearing a tailored suit and glass heels. I recognized her outfit to be the same one that Antonio and Matteo had specially ordered for my birthday half a year ago.

Everyone I ever loved. Ten years. I was finally back. "Did I?" I asked coldly.

And I wasn’t stopping until there was nothing left to fix. my favorite chapter so far. How are you guys liking it?

I need to process and just have a minute to breathe. I turn the books the right way up and try to slide them back into the shelves silently when the title of the first catches my eye and stops me pushing it in. It’s a psychology textbook about his personality condition and I impulsively tip it sideways to let the pages flip open for a quick nosey. That part of me that is eager to know more about what it means in terms of him as a person kicking in. I scan the words eagerly, desperate for more insight.

I said. "That would be all you can go, before that here," he handed me a book. The title of the book was, 'Glow," it seems he wrote it himself. "You wrote this book yourself?" I asked. "Yes I did, it is not complete though, I wrote as much as I could write when I had encounters with you. You keep writing your diary, the world should know of your tales even long after you are gone," he said. "Let it go, the grudge the hatred, the quest for power, let it go and you would be happy, think of it," I said and vanished back to Iceland.

Fuck I miss them too, I hope they don't hate me. "Well I'm back to work now. I'm actually in Paris, first time that I've been back since we were here together, and my god the whole fucking town reminds me of you. I even went to that little bookstore that I took you to, trying to find a little piece of you to keep with me. I found a book that reminded me of you. It's called 'Finding the joy in the smallest things'. That's what you do, you're grateful for the little things in life, you made me grateful for the small things. I found joy in your laugh, your smile, your presence, even finding this stupid little book. But now that I've started reading it I've realised it's one of those self help b

who i am. and i hate myself for wanting more anyway.

Ha, like I would even go to a party if my life depended on it. Should I take his apple laptop? Nah, not good enough, I know it would affect him but what the heck would I do with it that I can't do on my phone?. I need something which would affect him and benefit me at the same time. Don't look at me like that, I'm not selfish, he deserves it and it's selfLove tho. Munching on my favourite biscuit, an idea struck, *food* yeah food!. I jumped of my bed and did a booty shake. I can see your face now, told u am crazy.