Memes Lonely Novels & Stories

I only check my phone when I’m lonely and horny. I only check my phone when I feel all alone. I only check my phone when I’m lonely and horny. I only check my phone when I feel all alone. I danced to the other drawer and took out the packet. After putting them in the hot water, I concentrate on spaghetti. I jumped to the refrigerator and took out all the ingredients one by one. I feel all alone when I check my phone I can’t go without you, I’m all alone, when I’m horny

He said, "I remember getting so mad because you had just told me a couple days before that you weren't having a party" I said, "I never have birthday parties. No one in this pack would come anyway. At least not to have fun". Adam said, "I remember you telling me that no one in this pack wanted anything to do with you much less wanted to be your mate. I remember feeling so hurt when you said that". Suddenly, I start hearing Yara, "You know he's trying to make you feel sorry for him. Poor baby wants a pity fuck".

Lippy got sentimental anyway. He remembered when there had been another saloon, one that kept five Mexican whores. He had gone there often and had great fun in the days before he got the wound in his belly. He had never forgotten the merry whores—they were always sitting on his lap. One of them, a girl named Maria, would sleep with him merely because she liked the way he played the piano. Those had been the years. At the thought of them his eyes teared up, making his last look at Lonesome Dove a watery one. The dusty street wavered in his vision as if under a heavy rain. Augustus happened to notice that Lippy was crying, tears running down both sides of his nose into the floppy pocket of hi

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

He leaned his back there and sighed hardly enough for him to avoid sounding broken "Huh, so all in all, I'm just a puppet for him to be controlled. Same old boring life with nothing new at all" he said sighing as tears were streaming down his face. He can't control the loneliness that he's feeling inside of him currently so he cried silently. He feels like every day he was being eaten by loneliness. He felt like no one tried to understand him. Even with his so called friends, they never understand the true him

Lu Sheng silently stared at the picture before liking it and punching an exit from We Chat. He looked outside of the window and sighed; there were more than million people in this world, more than a thousand around him, around hundred who claimed to be close to him, a good few contacts in his phone, more than fifty who still contacted him but still, he felt lonely. Even these many faces couldn't sate his grief; amidst these many people he was one lonely man with no company or support.

I muttered. On looking at the notification, I could see 99+ notifications. “LET THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY BREATHE!” “LAURA'S KARMA HAD JUST MET HER NIGHTMARE” #JUSTICE FOR ERIC SLOAN# #SANCTION TO LORA KARMA# #THE WICKED MUST NOT GO UNPUNISHED# All the notifications read. The one that got my attention was an anonymous poster that made a meme video clip of me with ruined makeup and some captions that struck me hard. This particular caption was directed to my last post Eric had forced me to make.

He had that rare quality of making a room feel smaller in the comfortable way rather than the threatening one. I loaded my plate and ate and tried very hard not to think about anything specific and failed entirely because my body kept volunteering unsolicited highlights from the night before that I had not requested and could not turn off. "Nala you need to see this meme, it's so you." Nova was already giggling, sliding her phone across the table toward me. I started scrolling. She wasn't wrong. The meme was deeply personal, specifically targeted at my personality in a way that felt like a personal attack, and I was going to find a way to send it to myself later.

“Let me help you shut it out for a minute.” Her voice was a lifeline. I collapsed onto the couch in my living room. Avery sat beside me, pulling out her phone. “I’m screenshotting everything. Storing it. We’ll need it.” I nodded, burying my face in my hands. “They’re making memes. A filter. Someone added glitter to my tears.” My voice cracked. “Why does this feel like they enjoy watching me break?” “They do,” Avery said softly. “People love a spectacle. But we’ll fight back.”

Scary to think about since I would be sleeping here- maybe that second bottle of vodka was the reason I didn’t feel jittery. Everything sucked. I planned dinner, I bought a butt load of whipped cream to get licked off of me… and had found recipes I thought would suit Mr. Picky eater. But nope. All that shopping and planning was down the drain. Even worse than all that shit was that I was alone. On our one-year wedding anniversary, I was all alone. I picked up my glass, using it more like a shot than a sip. As I served myself another glass, I heard a ring at the doorbell.