I Miss The Old Me Novels & Stories

” I said. I didn’t even flinch when he banged the thick glass between us. I look at him with no sense of interest like he doesn’t deserve any of my emotion. It’s been a year, and I feel like this is one of the things that has happened to me. I lost a lot of things, and one of those is my old self. The fun in me, the innocence in me. I feel like the world robbed it all. ”You ungrateful bitch! You’re nothing like your stupid mother!”

They are in my dreams, in my waking moments, they are in my head all the time, their faces filtering through my mind any time I close my eyes. I am never going to get over them. I wish I could go back to the old storm that was unfeeling. She was self-destructive and was uncaring of anything other than the task he needed to do. I am here crying because I miss the boys so much that I know old I would snicker because is ridiculous. But what I feel isn’t ridiculous. It's very real and the more days that pass by without them are hard. I know that they all think that the old Storm is the one they loved. I don’t know how I am going to face them and tell them that I am no longer that girl.

“What do you mean? I never left.” “I mean, I missed the old you. I missed seeing you smile and laugh genuinely. I don’t know, I just feel like you haven’t really been you lately.” What he said got me thinking. I haven’t been me lately… but what am I actually like though? I’m not so sure. “I just missed my best friend Calista. The girl who’s always smiling, doesn’t get angry, sweet, and graceful. She’s nerdy, but she also knows how to have fun.” I laughed because of his last sentence. I like how he sees me as a sweet and modest girl, knowing that’s his type. “I missed you, too.”

I have people around me But I have no one for me I miss the old me The one who used to be happy.. There's nothing wrong going right now in my life But nothing seems right I don't know if Its my anxiety But I want this to stop please. I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. The things which used to make me feel happy.. It doesn't make me feel anything now. I wish someone could understand it... But again no one is me...

“You know something? I have no idea. I haven’t seen anything about dances on any of the brochures or their website, and I don’t think I’ve seen any signs…” “Well, that’s a bummer,” she says. “Sounds like they work you guys to the bone.” Not really. I doubt I’d be welcomed at a dance. I doubt anyone would even ask me to go with them. We speak for an hour and then my parents call me. They, too, want to video chat and I’m forced to invent an excuse. As I talk to them, tears gather in my eyes. I miss them so much. I miss Elissa so much. I miss my old life. I miss the days when I didn’t have to stare at the floor to make sure no one stretches out a leg. I miss the days where countless pieces of p

"I feel like I'm watching you from across a room, and every time I get close, you move a little further away." "Marcus—" "I'm not trying to start a fight. I just..." He trailed off, and I heard him exhale, a long slow breath. "I miss you. Not the version of you that's on stage. Not the version that's on book covers. You. The you that used to tell me everything." I pressed my hand against my mouth. The you that used to tell me everything. That version of me was gone. She had disappeared somewhere between the handshake and the honeymoon, and I didn't know how to get her back. I didn't know if she had ever really existed.

Used to the motions of existing beside the staff—cold, mechanical, robotic in their service. But right now… right now, I didn’t want to be alone. I missed Mona. The thought of her struck me hard, a piercing ache that twisted in my chest. My heart clenched, and with it came the sharp pang of everything else I had lost. I missed my family. I missed the way things used to be. I missed belonging somewhere. I had tried not to sulk or thing about this in several weeks. But now I couldn't help it. “Are you okay, miss?”

• ────── ✾ ────── • "November 13. I am so afraid of myself. Of not being able and throwing in the towel. That I lost what made me special. I used to boast of being independent, of knowing what I wanted, but now there is only a huge void. I am no longer me. So who am I? I lost myself And I miss him a world…from here to the next galaxy.

I miss feeling whole again. The pictures of her creep through my insides and I enjoy it. The long afternoons where we had sat and read homework together. I miss being with that Soleil and I miss the me from that time. Those two would have been so good together. I miss my carefree life, I had been an ok guy. Twigs keeps reminding me about how I used to be. Scored all the ladies, faced the problems instead of lying. Cool and popular. If only I could continue to be that guy with Soleil.

My mouth fell open. “Oh my God.” Ten years. I had lost ten entire years. Ten years of my life were just… Gone. I didn’t remember graduating. I didn’t remember building the company. I didn’t remember getting married. I didn’t remember having children. I didn’t remember becoming a mother. I didn’t remember becoming an ex-wife. I didn’t remember any of it. I kept scrolling. Then I went to I*******m. My I*******m. I found the tagged section.