Kenapa Perasaan Tidak Enak Dan Ingin Menangis Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes stung with the sting of unshed tears, and my head felt weighted down by the burden of my emotions. Turning on the faucet, I gripped the edge of the sink, splashing cold water onto my face in a desperate attempt to wash away the pain and sorrow that threatened to overwhelm me. Why was I so sad? I wasn't supposed to be, or was I? My emotions were in a state of conflict, a tangle of contradictions.

My throat clogs up in pain, and when I try to swallow past it but it doesn’t go away, tears sting the corner of my eyes, blurring my vision. “Are you okay?” Nathaniel sounds confused now, his pace slowing down. “Is it too much?” “No,” I shake my head, nudging his hip with my knee so he continues. “It’s just too…too slow.” I have no idea why I suddenly feel like crying. I have no idea what this feeling is. All I know is that it crashes on me even deeper when everything becomes too unbearably overwhelming, I have to bite down on my lip to hold back the sob threatening to escape me.

I won’t cry There’s no need to cry My repeated words don’t help because I burst into tears almost immediately. My face feels hot, the room feels stuffy and my body feels hot and empty except for all the sadness stuffed in me. I sob so much that I can’t feel my eyes anymore. My head hurts. My eyes too and all of a sudden, I feel nauseous. Running into a cubicle in my dress is more difficult than I anticipated but thankfully, I make it to the toilet right in time to spill my guts out.

Good goddess, I can't even explain my emotions right now, and I feel so confused I don't even know what I'm saying. "Yeah right, whatever, goodbye," I say instantly as I quickly get up from the seat, heading towards the entrance of the class. "Serena!" He calls my name quickly, but I don't listen to him as I grip tightly against my backpack, struggling to fight the tears that are threatening to burst out of my eyes. Why the hell am I suddenly feeling the urge to cry? Something is definitely wrong with me, and I don't think I can continue with this any much longer because this is just so freaking crazy.

I stammer, still recovering from my prior breakdown. "That little fucker... Is that why you're crying, Grayson?" My mate's mother asks. I stare at the floor, unsure of my answer. "Well... I-I don't know. To be honest, I've been crying a lot lately, and I have no idea why." "Hmm... Is there anything else that's been happening to you?" "Yeah... I threw up this morning, and a few days ago too. I don't know if I'm just sick or-" I stop talking when I suddenly feel her hands on my breasts. "Umm...?"

I had read the characteristics of the baby blues and all that in me. This condition causes the mother to be sad, tired, irritable, cry for no apparent reason, easily agitated, and find it difficult to concentrate. Yes, this is a symptom I have been feeling a lot lately. I see Kelsea is still sound. Suddenly nausea attacked me. I think I catch a cold because I haven't eaten. I ran to the bathroom but didn't vomit anything. By catching my breath, I sat in the bathroom for a while. I cried so hard. What fate is playing with me? I've been through a lot of suffering and sacrifice, and as if all these unlucky things don't want to leave me. God punished me.

"What are you feeling right now?" "I don't know what I feel. I am so angry. I am angry at all of them and I am angry at my own body. I am angry that I don't have the clean version of this where I know exactly how to feel and everything makes sense." My throat tightened. "And underneath the anger, there is something else that I don't want to name because if I do, then it becomes real and if it does, then I'd have to figure out what to do with it and I don't..." I rubbed my face. "I can't think straight."

I drastically sat down on one of the chairs and look at my hotdogs that place on top of the counter. "What now? I really want mayonnaise." I silently uttered. My frustration was mixed because I haven't find a mayonnaise and Cloud didn't bother to help me here. I am not aware that I am already crying until I feel my tears in my hands. This is the thing I hate the most. I get emotional even in simple things. It might be some side effects of being pregnant. "Baby, sorry there was no mayonaise." I sobbed as I caressed my tummy. I bowed down my head and let myself cry in the counter.

My stomach churned with unease, and before I could react, a sudden wave of nausea surged through me. Barely able to hold myself up, I leaned against the car, desperately trying to regain my composure. But it was too late. The contents of my stomach revolted, and I found myself doubled over, retching uncontrollably. Each has brought forth a bitter taste as if my frustration and disappointment were being expelled from within me. Tears mingled with the vomit, forming a pool of emotions on the ground. It was a physical manifestation of the turmoil that had consumed me.

I looked away from him as tears started to fall from my eyes. I don't know too! I don't have any idea what's happening to me too! It's just that he's being too annoying these days that I couldn't even look at him! I am irritated at him and I don't know for what's reason! I suddenly felt it and I couldn't even help it! I am as frustrated as him too, because I don't have any idea what is happening to me! Am I dying?! I was even nauseous when I woke up!