I'm Dead Inside Meme Novels & Stories

She had even tried to be friendly to kids, but she ended up getting mocked and insulted. She blew out a big puff of breath, as she drowned herself in self pity. Suddenly creating mental images of her death, and she being greatly missed by all. With all the people who had bullied her, regretting. And feeling sorry for the way they had treated her. She thought it would be better if she could just die for a day, so everyone would feel sorry. Including her parents. They would wish they had listened to her complains, instead of paying deaf ears. She then thought about how wishing death upon one's self wasn't a good thing.

Even with my friends, I am not talking about my family. -" Your father's feather is black is he also dead?" I didn't know what to say to him, yes and no? My true father: I don't know who he is. I think Jack doesn't know anything about it too. My real father can be dead, but my black father is not him, it is Jack. I knew that I can't tell anybody about his secret, that he is a walking dead. A dead one, how he likes to call himself, but for me, he is just a vampire. He a sexy, dangerous, cold, and hot at in same time, well mostly cold with his attitude. He doesn't let to touch even his skin after my sixteen birthday. The more time passes the less I see him. And it is hurting me so much, someti

The even more frustrating part is that I don't know why Im like this. I groaned and buried my face in my hands then mumbled to myself "Maybe Im sick..." A thought hit me causing me to remove my hands from my face. I gasped out loud and said "OH SHIT! AM I DYING!?"

Why won't you believe me? The floating comments immediately flooded across my vision. [Smart! Don't go in there! The second you step inside, you're dead!]

“passed away” I force my face to arrange itself into what hopefully passes for a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Back at my desk, I pull out a sheet of paper and try to write a list of good things in my life. One: I have a roof over my head. Sure, for now I do. Two: I’m not dead. But the only person I had in the whole world is. Sighing, I give up and crumple the paper into a ball. Students are turning in their tests and starting conversations. Evidently every test day is followed by some free time.

We're speechless and like our memories jumps in, we screech and push each other away, disgusted. I notice something strange, his body temperature is as cold as ice. Pinching my nose, I keep focus on miles. "Because I'm dead shorty, I died two minutes ago and miraculously only you can see me"

I am dead…. ****

"Hey girl! I know, my mother asked you to bug me about thanksgiving huh? Don't worry, Japh and I are coming over. I can't believe she still buys the story that I'm in New Jersey with my husband and kids..." "Iris, I don't understand. I just remembered Rowan. Did I lose my memory? What's happening? And where the hell is he?" I worriedly asked. "Um" There was a long silence on the other end of the line. "Say something!" I was impatient. "Willow, Rowan is dead. Leviathan killed him" Iris said. I puked in my mouth and felt nauseous. "W-what?" I dropped the phone. "Willow? Please open the door" Neil's voice sounded from the other side of the door. "Are you okay?"

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

“And instead, I got a boy who called me boring and a best friend who called me dramatic while she had his dick in her mouth.” I choked. “God. Why do I talk like this.” I started laughing again, but it was the manic kind, like the cry was too deep and too sharp so it turned into a giggle halfway through. “I’m a mess. I’m a full disaster. I’m going to end up in someone’s group chat as a meme. ‘Girl loses it after pulling ex’s pants down.’ I bet someone’s editing it right now with an Afrobeat track in the background. I bet Marcus is still inside trying to fix his underwear.”