Me Myself And I Novels & Stories

They’re not the truth of who I am. Today, I stand here and tell myself: I am enough. I don’t need to feel second best to Avery or anyone else. My worth isn’t measured by comparison or competition. It’s in my quiet strength, my kindness, my unique perspective. I am deserving of my own happiness, my own success, and my own voice.

I put my mental wall up which I had been practising with my mother throughout the years. “I’ll be right back” I run of towards to the bathrooms and yep.. I vomitted. Typical. I go somewhere new and the first thing I do is vomit. This is not how I planned for this to go. I walk out of the bathroom stall and wash my face with cold water. I walk back out and see Elder Michael has our bags on a trolley and we are able to leave. “All good?” He asks, showing some genuine concern for how I’m feeling.

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I hope this is my right. It became ten o'clock in the evening on the third day that I did not go out of the room and communicate with anyone, and there are only two days left until the anniversary of Meraas.. and it all started a week before the anniversary, this explains a lot.. The sound of my thoughts cut off..the door of my thoughts.. "I said I didn't want anyone to bother me," I said as I stood in front of the window. "Baby, someone wants to meet you, and it's important," my mother said quietly from behind the door.

She recalled every thing from the memory she had of police station and specially the memory of her kiss. Oh my god what I got myself into ,she thought..

And with Tyler by my side; my god I felt pretty much invincible. ~ stay tuned for the sequel (and trequel) coming soon. xx. eden aster.

Such ecstasy. Another memory appeared. This was of Suzanne and her grandmother at the nursing home. Suzanne was peeling an orange for the old woman as both laughed over a joke. The mist found the face of the wrinkly old woman somewhat disturbing. In fact, it felt uneasy, having stumbled upon this memory. So it abandoned this memory and went even deeper. The mist had to travel to the very core of Suzanne’s consciousness to fully take over her body and soul.

I screamed as I trashed my dressing table. Theodore De’Leon is mine and if Dad won’t do anything about it then I would.

I stuttered realizing that I didn’t really look at it before. “Shit, I don’t have insurance.” I mumbled thinking back to the renewal forms I forgot to fill out a few months ago. I could feel myself starting to fall apart. What a shit show of a day. I had held it together as best I could, but I was running out of fight. I had pulled myself out of my tantrum, didn’t run over that disgusting excuse for a man and even got myself out of my self-loathing long enough to get to the store for needed self-care. My therapist would be proud.

I slap myself back to reality I seriously need to get a grip Turning the show off I eat my lust away. I mean how can I pleasure myself to someone I have never seen maybe I am crazy