Jar Of Insecurities Novels & Stories

"Of course I am too possessive of people who I consider are mine. So don't even think of changing." ....... [Jacqueline's POV] I know how it feels to never be good enough for someone. How it feels when the people we love don't love us back. Or how it feels when they don't even recognize us. why wouldn't I know? I am A girl who fights her insecurities every day. Who knew better than me, possession is nothing but a feeling of insecurity we develop to deal with our extrinsic circumstances. To fake our insecurities in a wrapped-up great word. But who am I to give someone fake hope.

I gulped, “I’m sorry I turned out so weird,” Jena seems to have a lot of trust in me, but what will I do when my insecurity doesn't go away? I am a possessive person, I know this because I didn’t even like that Portia was close to Jena, and if I hadn’t started liking Portia, I would still hate her just because my sister was close while I was living away. … But Jena is right too, much of me is shaped because I don’t want to lose things, I’m afraid of them going away since I didn’t grow up like normal kids. So, I sighed, I guess this is a part of me.

JARED My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped animal. For a second, the room seemed to lose its color, the walls closing in on me. It’s not here. It’s not here. How could I have forgotten something so important? Jesus Christ! The words repeated in my mind, a terrifying chant. I had spent my entire life building a reputation for being flawless, calculating, and completely in control. Yet right now, looking into the empty depths of my briefcase, I felt utterly naked.

It’s like I needed a step stool just to have a decent conversation. But still, it made me wonder why. I knew I looked good but why? When he was avoiding me like the plague, I started analyzing every little detail. I became more insecure. I became my own detective, searching for the missing clue as to why Jake couldn’t want me...couldn’t love me. I shook my head, frustrated, as if the mirror could magically answer my questions. I wished it could reflect the answers but all it showed was a girl with long hair and a whole lot of insecurities. I sighed, feeling sad.

I wondered when he got closer to me. "Zella, I like you but I'm also your friend. I've wanted to leave that house for a long time because I'm already hurt by their insult to my appearance. So I'll come with you, Zella." he said sadly. I understand how Anjo feels. I was also insulted. We didn’t have the same reason, but it was both painful. So, I never stopped him. Insults are the last resort of insecure people with a crumbling position, trying to appear confident.

I voice out my fear that I have been trying to push back since the moment we have been together. I know somewhere this fear of mine roots from my insecurity, but I am helpless. He is someone with whom every girl would want to be. I have witnessed this, not once, but many times how females try everything to get his attention. Once I have been cheated on, that has instilled insecurities inside me. Even though that relationship was not something serious, this doesn't mean that it didn't hurt when I found Josh with another girl. And the way I feel about Jarek is something so deep and strong that I know his betrayal will leave me in pieces.

“It’s nothing like that. It’s more like feeling bad for someone I used to know. And I thought I knew her, but I didn’t.” “Okay.” I said. I feel like my insecurities are getting stuck in my throat. I know there are more feminine and softer women out there. I have scars from battles, a more muscular physique, and I don’t speak softly. I don’t even know the first thing about being a Luna, but I could cut a man down with one swipe of my claws. Part of me feels like I won’t be enough for Jaxon. I don’t want to burden him with that though. I will help him through this and maybe when he is done telling me about his past, which seems to be colliding with his present, then I will tell him about my in

I can smell the whiskey oozing from his pores. He thinks he loves me. That is worse than his hate. Hate I can dodge. Hate I can predict. But love? His love is a cage with no door. His love means he will never let me go. He will keep me here, pinned under his insecurities, until I suffocate. I close my eyes, but I know I won't sleep. I am buried alive under a Vitale, and the air is running out.

“Do you think I’m happy about this? I’ve been trying to move on, to build something real with you! But you’re always so insecure, always doubting what we have!” “Insecure?” I echo, incredulous. “How could I not be, when you call out her name while we’re making love? How am I supposed to feel secure in a relationship where I’m constantly wondering if you’re still in love with someone else?” Rion runs a hand through his hair, his expression pained. “I thought we were getting somewhere, Jas. I thought we were building something real. But maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m not ready. Maybe I’ve only ever loved one woman, and you’re not her, Jaselyn.”

"Anything more to report?" Giselle smiled and shook her head.. "That was a weird conversation." Giselle nodded. "You have no idea what colors you were turning as I talked." "I can't help it. I don't know why." "Don't worry, Jay. I was feeling the same thing. I just don't show it in my skin like you do. I wanted to hurl this mug at someone on Date 7." "Why did you ask?" "I guess, I wanted to know, kinda, but I also like that I have no secrets from you. It's important."