It Hurts Me Too Novels & Stories

"I've been worried I'd never be able to say those words to you. As much as I was pissed at you, us breaking up was partly my fault too. I'm willing to take the blame with you." I hate hearing the pain in her voice. Feeling the aches I do, I know it was bad when they came on the scene. I feel like I've gone fifteen rounds with a pro boxer and then tumbled around in a washer spin cycle. Everything on my body hurts and aches, including my teeth. I don't even want to think how I'd feel if I wasn't on the pain meds I know they've given me.

“That doesn’t make it worse. It just makes it clearer.” “It makes it harder,” I corrected. “Maybe,” she said. “But at least now you know why it hurts this much.” I looked away, swallowing past the tight feeling in my throat. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “I guess I do.” And somehow— That didn’t make it easier. But it made it real. And I wasn’t sure which one was worse.

I hate myself for this, I hate myself for this so much, I just can't forgive myself at all. I'm hurting him,I know I am. It's sad I can't be with who I want to be with.

He just…looked at me. "It still hurts…a whole fucking lot." I breathed in. "It hurts to think about it, it hurts to think about him, it hurts to talk about it, it hurts to talk about him, it hurts to watch people look at me with pity every fucking second, it hurts to have people ask me how I'm holding up all the damn time. Everything just…sucks. Death sucks."

Blake is right. Thіѕ lаughіng іn thе face оf dаngеr іѕ ѕеlf-dеѕtruсtіvе. Sоmеthіng hарреnеd аnd it’s mаdе me numb, but I саn feel раіn. I do fееl раіn. I’m hurtіng nоw; іt’ѕ really bаd.

My heart is aching, and the tears wouldn't stop coming out of my eyes. I want to do more voice notes, I want her to forgive me. Even if we don't get to date again. I hit my pillow, and scream into my palm in pain. This pain is so unbearable. I hurt her. I hate myself for ever doing so. Her message comes in. I'm quick to read through it. ____________________________________

I can't allow it. Her brown eyes turned teary and I thought she was going to collapse in front of me. The pain was there again, now on the surface. Clear as gold in crystal water and suddenly the realization hit me like a punch in the stomach. Someone hurt you. - the sentence came out without me being able to stop it and the look on her face erased any doubt I might have had. Ellen had been hurt and the wound still hadn't healed. I would recognize an expression like that on any face. It was the same one I saw in front of the mirror every day. The same as someone whose heart and every feeling has been damaged.

I wanted to show her that I was in the long haul and that I would do anything for her. But that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt every time I saw them together. It's like a piercing kind of pain that starts in my chest and then travels down my torso until it becomes a pool of heat in my stomach. And if I'm not capitalizing enough, it hurts like hell.

I felt chills creep up my spine. “I don’t think I can ever get over it, you know? And I don’t want to live with it either. I just don’t want to feel anything. Just float away or something” I take another sip. “Ive been there” something darkened in his eyes, it was fleeting, but I saw it. He’s been hurt too, probably still hurting. Does it make me a bad person that I feel some sort of happiness knowing there’s someone else feeling the same pain I do? Like I’m not alone in my suffering.

Don't you love me🥺🥺 You may thinking that how my family and friends tolerate me. That's simple, they got used of it. 😇 I am a very moody person, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, I don't know when... So if I hurted anyone without my knowledge. I am so sorry. Because when we read the message, we can't understand the tone of the message. 😌🥰 If you left this part without commenting anything I swear ants will bite you. So mind it. 🐜