Me Myself And I Novels & Stories

It’s nеvеr been mе, аnd I juѕt won’t dо іt. I’ll fосuѕ оn lооkіng аftеr mуѕеlf, lіkе Sаrаh аnd еvеrу gіrl bеfоrе hеr trіеd tо dо. If I dоn’t look аftеr mуѕеlf, nо one else wіll. Thе thоught leaves mе lоnеlу. I rеmеmbеr mу dad wаѕ rеаllу bіg оn ѕеlf-ѕuffісіеnсу; mауbе thаt wаѕ a blessing.

Me I am also tattered Shattered Am I No it’s just a bad in dream What I get Is living life Like a different being Dirt makes me look clean Cleaner than many In life’s stream But I will repair self And also mend Parts of my shell Come celebrate this day With me Sounds silly It’s strange life ways We don’t know When we are meant For another weep So smile this day With me I again repeat Come orange mangoes Come bananas kiwi Come let’s eat with me I share food For not in food But in your human life I more believe I have little more money I will give what I hold I am at top today within Just a smile away From destiny Don’t break my day Let me too smile From within My way Enjoy sun rise again What

It’s nеvеr been mе, аnd I juѕt won’t dо іt. I’ll fосuѕ оn lооkіng аftеr mуѕеlf, lіkе Sаrаh аnd еvеrу gіrl bеfоrе hеr trіеd tо dо. If I dоn’t look аftеr mуѕеlf, nо one else wіll. Thе thоught leaves mе lоnеlу. I rеmеmbеr mу dad wаѕ rеаllу bіg оn ѕеlf-ѕuffісіеnсу; mауbе thаt wаѕ a blessing.

"My name is Maria." My voice trembled. I stopped. Then tried again. "My name is Maria." Stronger. "I don't owe anyone an apology for being here." I stared at myself. My heart was pounding. But I didn't look away. "I don't have to make everyone like me." Another breath. "I just have to be myself." The room remained silent. But something inside me shifted. I wasn't suddenly fearless. I wasn't suddenly powerful. I was simply... trying. And perhaps trying was enough for today.

I'ma do what I like I'ma wear what I like I'ma party tonight Goddamn, it's my birthday Everybody love me Yeah, yeah, yeah, look at me, gimme money Damn, it's my birthday I stopped to properly apply my lipstick. I smacked my lips together and gave myself a charming smile in the mirror. I straightened and admired myself in the mirror; my eyes lingering on the neckline of the dress; the emerald necklace Sydney made for me, my accentuated curves and the slit of the dress.

I flinched slightly when she spoke to me, almost afraid to meet her gaze. “You cannot fix yourself. You are already perfect the way you are. We are all a chaotic mess inside but we can always learn from each other and get back together. Trust me; life won't always be this easy. And you know what? Maybe we are all a mess inside but we can always get past that and start fresh.

◇MEHAK POV◇ I don't know why, I tried many ways to forget him but unable to everyday my heart craved for him I want to be with him but how I should say to him what he will think of me will he think me as characterless woman who runs behind a man but my heart is not being at ease atleast I want to listen his voice once I want to feel his presence for once I started searching his number everywhere where I lost it I saved it safely oh god why my fortune is this bad

But wait there's more, why does my memory was coming back one by one, I feel my body, and there's a new power inside of me,

I love to see a man in a suit! I take a screenshot of him as my background and send it to him with heart eyes. Mekhi: Baby, I'm embarrassing myself on this bus cuz I'm smiling like a fool at my phone and no one can figure out why…I think we look better together. Me: I think so too! Don't be embarrassed you have a beautiful smile! They're just jealous because they have someone like me encouraging them. Mekhi: I just told them that you said that they were jealous of me.

Suddenly, the pool flashes in my mind—blue water glistening, the sharp gasp I let out when cold met warmth, and how his hands steadied me even as they unraveled me piece by piece. I don't push that memory away; instead, I let it linger in my thoughts, allowing its warmth to wash over me, sweet and dangerously sweet, though I know I shouldn’t feel this way. But I do, and I'm still savoring it now. My thighs instinctively press together before I shift in my chair and clear my throat as if addressing an audience. "You need to focus, Meeka. You have things to build—real things," I remind myself as though I'm speaking to someone else.