Me Myself And I Novels & Stories

That's why at the end of the day, all I just have to count on is me, myself, and I. Yes, just me alone.

me alone. Only mine… Snap

Me three. ***

Him and I are worth it. END

Silly me. "Done!"

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.

Respect myself. Right? …Right? God help me.

me up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Least of all me. ---

Camelia said, standing in front of Cameron and I “The camps and I never get along,” I said as we continued our way "Really, why is this?" Cameron asked I stuttered a little as I recalled my disgusting memories of the camp, when I was ten years old, the room I slept in was burnt down by idiots, and when I was twelve I was standing on a cliff and I fell from a height of 15 meters and it was the curse that pushed me, and you don't even wonder how I am on Alive now because I can't tell you, my God I hate camps so much.... 14