Kalau Ku Seorang Diri Novels & Stories

' People say I try too hard, people say I come off really awkward' 'You know I mean no harm, I'm just trying to be myself but' 'Sometimes I get confused, Cause I can't read social cues' 'Threw my inhibitions out the door, I don't have an excuse' 'I am just living in my youth, don't know why people don't like me more ' I have no friends but that's okay, I don't need them anyway' 'I do my best all alone, and I just rather be alone, rather, rather be alone' 'I have no...' Howard hurriedly picks up the call, getting his out of his pocket. "He...hello? Ahhh...yeah? Okay! Yes...yes! We are going to work on it right now." he puts off the phone and...

Who are you? My pleas echoed into an empty void, met with an eerie silence that left me feeling isolated and alone. Undeterred, I summoned the courage to shout again, "If you are brave enough, come outside and tell me who you are!" My words hung in the air, unanswered, as I turned my back on the woods.

I called out desperately, hoping for a response, for any sign of help. "Hello! Can anyone hear me?" "Is there anyone out there?" "Hello! I'm trapped here... Please, someone help me!" Silence greeted my cries, amplifying the weight of my isolation. I was alone, locked away in a place I couldn't identify, with no means of escape. Desperation and frustration swelled within me, threatening to consume my resolve. I approached the door, yearning for freedom, only to discover that it was securely locked from the outside.

I wonder if the university would be kind enough to implement mass promotion. ~And I don’t know how it gets better than this. You take my hand and drag me head first, Fearless~ One of the perks of living alone is that you can leave your stuff anywhere without worry. One of the downsides of leaving alone is that you always leave your stuff anywhere, and you can’t even remember where exactly. I looked around, trying to find where the sound was coming from. I have a vague idea on who might be the possible caller. I don't want to make her wait.

“And now you are laughing at me. How bold of you” “But you sound so blunt that you would speak what is going on your mind. To think that such person exist…” “I can say the same to you. You are acting mighty with my presence, I am not sure if you are just like that or you are a blinkard that have no brain” “I am surprised by your words but I am afraid that even with your high valued brain and knowledge, you are still lacking in this such as understanding” I may really look like a fool for actually talking to myself but what else canI do? I have someone I am talking to which isn't an imaginary. I maybe somone living alone with solitude but I am not crazy to made up some people that would talk

My chest tightened as the anger threatened to overwhelm me yet again. I leaned forward, clasping onto the edge of the table, and looked once more out at the moon. "No. No, I don't need him. I don't need anyone," I whispered low and with all the intensity. "I can do this myself. I don't need to feel like that. I've made up my mind." And yet, I had felt the emptiness more grimly with those words leaving my lips. The coldness of that silence pressed in upon me; for the first time, I really knew how utterly alone I was.

Just to have someone’s arms around me and tell me I wasn’t alone. But I never did knock on that door, not with anyone. I’d take a couple of deep breaths and remind myself that I was all alone in this world, and I’d pull my big girl panties up and go back to bed without a word. I take a deep breath in the darkness tonight, and it feels different somehow. Everything here feels different. And maybe I’m different, too. Maybe tonight’s the night I can finally knock on that door and reach out. Maybe tonight’s the night someone will actually be there.

From overwhelming relief. "I am alone," Alone whispered. "I am singular. I am individual. I am myself. Only myself. No others inside. No incompatible consciousnesses sharing my being. No constant warfare. Just me. Just alone. Just singular. I am myself. Finally. After twenty-three years. I am myself again. I am alone. And alone is beautiful. And alone is precious. And alone is exactly what I need. I am alone. Finally. Completely. Blessedly. I am alone." The second consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Peace.

I muttered repeatedly. "It's not real." I whispered. "I won't be deceived." I reassured myself. Anyone listening to me talking to myself, would have thought I was crazy. I was feeling restless, like I needed to be alone. I desired solitude. I made up my mind to go home. ****

Even my solitude is a never-ending feeling of sameness. I don’t even feel like a whole person anymore. Like I’ve faded into the wallpaper. I’m a fucking tumbleweed blowing through the desert on a Ducati. Half the time, I feel like I’m a ghost in any room, no matter how crowded it is. Separate from this world but living in it all the same.