No One Understands Me Novels & Stories

I feel connected to you. I feel very misunderstood by many people, but worse, I feel most people don't want to understand me. But you, you always seek to understand me. You know my heart. You know that I always have the best of intentions. You understand me. You get me. In fact, I think you're the only person who truly does. But only because you are the only person who has taken the time. You always know what I need to hear. You know what worries me and what scares me. You know my secrets. You know exactly what I need at exactly the right time. Best of all, you never pass judgment. Thank you for taking the time to know and understand me. We are distinctly different. You make up for all that

I am a warrior who fights but I am not a shield everyone can use to be saved from the disaster. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand," They know what had happened but thry never understand. People tends to pretend that they understand you to try to comfort you but little did they know, they're actually making it worst. "When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am," People are meant to be broken because the world is broken. We can't expect someone to be perfect because the word itself is flawed and the world is shattered.

"Enough crying, tell me why you're so disappointed over a guy you barely know." "You wouldn't understand." I said pulling myself out of his hold, but before I can step back he grabbed me again, "And who said I wouldn't understand? Try me." "How will you be able to understand anything I'm going through? Everyone loves you, they adore you. You'll never be able to know what it feels like to be me, someone ignored and disliked by everyone, even by my own parents." I pulled out of his hold again adding, "And for once in my eighteen years of life I like someone, but he chose someone else." I turned around to face him again, "Now tell me, do you still think you can understand me?"

and besides Xander also most probably are great 'friends' i might act like I know what to achieve and have amazing parents but sometimes I just want to tell someone what I feel and they can understand me for once in my life! for some reason everyone I fucking love just leaves me, I just fucking don't know anymore. I just wish that someone understands me and that I'm not alone, even if it seems like I am. I know there is someone, it's just maybe I never met them. could Mattheo be like that... or maybe Xander...

As if they all wanted to fight and hurt me from the very beginning. This is really painful. I can feel how my sadness turns into madness as well. Like the real me is now beginning to fade. "Nowo." I heard someone call me. "Lane?" I responded. I was so mad at that moment that I almost forgot about the only creature who understands me well, like how well I understand my own self. I flashed a smile on my face but I can feel the tears falling down to my chin. "I'm so sorry." I uttered while sobbing. "I'm really sorry that I failed you. That I failed everyone."

I don't want you to know about me. I don't want you to know about me. I'm nobody. That is what I am. My life has been a series of one mistake after another, and now this...this is the final straw in my already very weak and broken camel's back. I can no longer stand on it. My legs have buckled under me. My face is pale from fear. It’s too much...too hard…and I can’t take it anymore. This has gone on for far too long. I don’t know if there is an “after this” for me anymore.

We all have our own story, our own journey, our own scars, and our own healing. I know how you feel. I know how nights drown you into a million sad thoughts. I know how you ignore your people, your family because you don’t want to ruin their mood with your hurt, toxic tongue. I know how you like nothing, not even your favorite songs, your favorite food, and even your favorite call. I know you feel like crying but you keep smiling because you don’t want to explain your problem to people. I know how the tears almost die in your eyes by the time you are about to cry because your soul is too tired of it all. I know how badly you want to run away from this place, from everyone to peace. I know ho

He said. “No one knew? Why?” I asks “Just… madam doesn’t want anyone to know. So please, please don’t tell it to anyone too. Especially if you met a new friends here or join a circle of friends. You shouldn’t tell this to anyone, because we will be doomed if that happens” he said. How can I tell it to anyone? I am so embarrassed to make friends with other people. I am an introvert. I prefer to stay away from them.

That no matter how I tried to let this go, I will always end up doing nothing and letting myself be blinded by the sensation. Maybe, no one can fully understand me instead some people will automatically decline the chance and instantly throw hurtful words against me. But really, does love needs to be good at all time? I mean, is there a chance for me to be accepted? Well, I guess it was only me who can understand myself because I was the one who suffered and I am the only who can truly understand a suffering.

‘No one understands except me and I don't think anyone should ‘ “Odessa, please say something” he pleaded with me as the tears started falling freely down his face “please” I shook my head as I was at loss for words because he still called me that and now, you want to call me