I'm Loser 소설 & 이야기

Do you think you can compete with me? Every word in his message dripped with mockery. I'd gotten plenty of messages like that these past two years. I'd even forwarded screenshots to Tessa. But she only brushed it off, saying that he was just childish. She told me that I should let it go and give him some slack. She thought that she had me tied to her for life. That I'd never be able to leave, so she could do whatever she pleased. I took a deep breath and unblocked a number.

“I cannot hate you, Martina. Just tell me what is wrong, and I will help you.” A whimper escaped from me when I heard him say that. His kindness made me feel like a total loser. Why did I ever let this man go?

But I never backed away from one, "and if I win, you have to declare on national TV how you belittled me tonight. You have to talk about how much you wanted to make me look like a loser. You have to call yourself a pathetic loser. So everyone knows, just what sort of sorry excuse you are for a man."

means she’s trying to hate me. And failing.

And now, I don’t know what else to do to avenge his ruining my life with his fuvking sexuality! “Arrgh!” “Nico?” He rushed to hold me, but I was so taken by frustration that I couldn’t feel his hands. “Arrgh!” “Did something happen?” “I am a loser,” I cried. “I lost everything.” “Hey?” “I am a loser,” I cried more and louder until I began to hyperventilate. "I...I lost…” “Nico? Breathe, come on!” Vain got scared. I felt his shaky hands. “Nico…”

They made me look lost; they should look confused. Whatever it was that they did to me is what they'll receive in ten folds; worse..! Slowly would I also watch how heartbreaking it would be for them, how tormenting it all would be and how I would look than in the eyes with mocking gaze and tell them, "I won… loser's". Nothing can be more accomplishing I guess. I want to watch how their smiles turn into concocted frowns; how messy it would become. That deserve it all, For being over the top.

For a second I thought about saying something, to tell her I understood what it felt like to want someone you could not have. But I did not. I could not. I was so dead inside that I could not pity her more than my poor self. “Crazy human,” she said quietly. “Yes,” I replied. My voice was careful. I was beyond broken to care about her now. She studied me for a moment, then sighed. “I think we are both losers. Have a good day.” She said and walked past me, and I hated how that felt, the way my heart hurt but I dared not show it.

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

"You got it son but how about you get off your ass and go get her back if you truly want her like you claim because I for once didn't raise a loser and you are starting to act like one. A bitchy loser at that" "I'm not a loser" He leaned over the table. His eye narrowing into slit at me, "Then prove it"

“What was that, Juliet?” Red briefly clouds my vision, my eyes twitch and I snap. “What was that, Loser?” I mimic him and the hoots grow louder. My head jerks left and right like a puppet on string, their laughter fuels me with more courage. “Shouldn’t you be with your fellow losers? Why are you even here?” The thing is, I ramble a lot not just when I am nervous, it happens when I get too excited and right now, I am. In a singsong voice, I add, “Loser. Loser. Loser.”