Jar Of Insecurities Novels & Stories

Ridiculous. I go to the bar and get a bottle of water, making sure the seal is intact before opening it. I sit down on the sofa and put the contraceptive patch on the coffee table, looking at it. I take a deep breath. It shouldn't be so difficult. Come on, you can do it. Just peel off the tape and stick it on, no biggie. I take a sip of water and put it back on the table. I feel my anxiety growing. I ruffle my hair with my hands in frustration. Damn it! I slam my fist on the table, feeling the desperation rising. Why am I like this? It can't go wrong. I saw the doctor hand over the box of patches and it's completely sealed. There's no way it can kill me or do any harm. My mind knows this, it

I stopped in the middle of the room, hands curling into fists. The jar. My eyes jumped to the table by the window. My breath caught. The jar was gone. Panic shot straight through me. I moved faster, giving up any pretense of calm as I searched shelves, the side table, even the cabinet where he kept sealed things I wasn’t supposed to touch. Nothing. My heart dropped. Did he throw it out? Smash it? Thinking about it made my chest ache. I tried to convince myself it didn’t matter, that it was only a jar. Just some strange thing that shouldn't get me this worked up.

He would probably see me as dumb, inadequate, slow—just not good enough. Where are these insecurities coming from? What's going on with me? "Miss Raven. A word," Jace says in his teacher's voice, making me close my eyes in defeat. The last thing I want right now is to talk to him. I would probably stumble over my words and feet and embarrass myself further. “I have class,” I respond, continuing to walk, making Hannah glance at me from the side. Lina and Charlotte keep heading to our class.

Can’t ever get that niggling horrible black dot from inside of me where she is concerned and listening to him now it just makes me feel shitty as a person. He can’t understand insecurity or jealousy, because he’s never experienced them, I guess. He’s never had his heart broken or found a girl cheating on him in anyway. Never been dumped either. He has nothing to really ignite that kind of insecurity from his past. It kind of explains his intolerance to the green-eyed monster if he can’t empathize in anyway. He doesn’t understand it.

Was I letting my own past traumas cloud my judgment of the present? The fear of being exposed as inadequate, of being seen as the jealous, insecure partner, kept me silent. But silence only allowed the insecurities to fester and grow. They began to manifest in my interactions with Earnest. I became more hesitant to express my opinions, fearing they would be judged as less insightful than Victoria’s. I found myself second-guessing my choices, my outfits, my words, all under the silent, imagined scrutiny of Victoria’s standards.

Jack yelled while kicking the door. I'm not coming out of here, till Fred comes back. I took off my shirt while standing in front of the mirror, the red marks from the wipe was stamped red on my back and it burns, seriously I'm getting rid of that weapon once I set my hands on it. They didn't stop knocking disturbing my peace, I put my headphones on raising the music to high volume, "symphony!" Was playing. "Hey Tina is Christopher." I typed, I can feel we're close to something.

On the show, I spoke from an objective point of view about the emotional abuse people suffer from their own families. When the host asked about my own family, I simply gave the camera a faint smile and sidestepped any details about them. "Some trauma is meant to stay between you and the page, not to be packaged and sold for clicks," I said on the show. After the interview aired, their ratings skyrocketed. The first person to panic was none other than Francesca, the influencer who had been raking in followers online with her carefully crafted persona as "the perfect, talented golden girl".

Alice said “That is something I agree with” Xavier said “You both know that I’m literally sitting right here, right?” he said “Why would you want to keep that a secret though?” Alice asked “Because he doesn’t want you to worry about the packing and all. He thinks you’re not getting enough rest already” Xavier said “You know I can talk too, right?” Jared said “That’s what he always says but he is literally the only thing stressing me” Alice said “What?” Jared said “I actually agree with you, Alice. Jared can be very stressful most times than not” Xavier said

The older woman turned and lifted an eyebrow. Kari laughed again, nodding. "That I am." *** Jake Jake tried to shake the angst that pressed against his spirit, his dreams the night before a swift reminder why being anything for anyone was a bad idea. His parents might have had a relationship that most would die for, but all of his had left him beaten up and hating life. "Fuck 'em," he muttered, hating the sound of his disdain as he parked and got out. Grateful for the ability to cover up insecurity, he righted his shoulders and walked down the hall of the school, waving and greeting everyone as if everything was fine.

“Jealous? Of me?” “Yes!” Mariah threw her hands up. “You’ve got what they want, and instead of dealing with their own insecurities, they come after you. Classic mean girl nonsense.” She softened her tone slightly, though her eyes still burned. “You let these idiots get into your head way too easily, Jessa. You have got to stop giving them that power.”