Novel & Cerita Im Not Ok

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

Stupid flowers don't even why I bothered. Damn…this isn't good

“It’s okay.” No, it wasn't. He was fucked.

"Okay okay, I will come!" <><><>

Not even close. ***********

I muttered. “Don't mention it.” He dismissively waved his hand before narrowing his eyes at me again. “I failed to ask before... Aside from the wounded shoulder, are you OK?” A violent surge of bitterness and sorrow flooded me at once, but I tightened my grip on the reins and stretched my lips into a faint smile. “I am not. I'm far from being OK… but I'll get better.” ***

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

If Calantha were here, she would be really astonished because this is the one which injected her. - An assistant took the pack of syringe, put it in the iron bag. Everyone was all busy with taking Marcus's sample. Finally, everyone got out except for Marcus, Dr.Mesly, Jim and the caretaker, Ronal. - "Although we haven't had the exact result, the percent determined that Mr.Marcus and that Omegle are suitable is approximately over 90%" Dr.Mesly said and laughed "This may be good for yourself, you ought to instantly seek for an Omegle that can help you solve your problems"

God, how embarrassing. Brit and I were always close. But I am tired of swaying in the background. Being wallpaper sucks. Being wallpaper is background noise. Everyone who enters a room looks at a table; the last thing they notice is the wallpaper. And that's how it's always been to me. I am the wallpaper of Brittany's decorative table. And it's so fucking unfair and intolerable. I can't stand it.

’ It’s not gооd enough. Mу сlіt may be bеtrауіng mе but I’vе made uр mу mind. Sоrrу іѕ nоt enough rіght nоw. It’ѕ nоt оkау tо gо аll ‘bad cop’ оn mе without wаrnіng. I can’t handle аnу mоrе ѕurрrіѕеѕ tоdау.