Novel & Cerita No One Understands Me

“No one will hear you.” Fuck, what have I done to myself?

You know that she would have listened, and maybe made you see reason?" "There was nothing she could have said that would have changed things for me. I didn't see it all as I see it now, I was so in over my head and so desperate and lost and... see, I can't even explain it now! But one day I woke up and no one in the whole world understood me anymore, didn't know who I was, and at the same time all of you were strangers to me! I didn't know how to deal with that, and

He did not speak at first, simply sat down beside me, letting me lean into the comfort of having someone there who understood, even if just a little. “I get it,” he said finally, voice low and soft, almost more a sigh than words. “I know how it feels to feel trapped in a world that no one seems to understand. Everyone sees a mask, a version they think is real, but no one sees what you carry inside. No one sees how heavy it is.”

"I don't love you anymore. I died once because of you—what makes you think I'd still love you after that? The wedding's off." His eyes widened in shock, pupils shrinking before they grew large again. He was completely stunned. No one else around us knew what I meant when I said I'd "died once", but Byron and I did. And now, he was terrified. Genuinely terrified. "No… Let me explain. I didn't mean for things to go like this. I-I…" He kept talking, stumbling over his words, completely falling apart. But no matter what he said, I wasn't going to believe him.

I looked at the collapsing world and gave a faint, bitter smile. "There's nothing I can do now." The truth was, without me, this world should have ended ten years ago. "There's nothing you can do?" someone yelled. "We don't believe that!"

"The between. The void. The everything-nothing. It's not describable. Not in words. Not in thoughts. Not in anything human mind can process. I experienced it. But I can't share it. Can't explain it. Can't make anyone understand. And that's lonely. Really lonely. Knowing something no one else knows. Seeing something no one else has seen. Being changed in ways no one understands." "I'm sorry," I said. Inadequate words. Insufficient comfort. But real. But honest. "I'm sorry you experienced that. Sorry you're changed. Sorry you're lonely. I wish I could understand. Wish I could help. Wish I could fix it." "You can't," he said. Not harsh. Just honest. Just real. "No one can. This is mine to carry

"When we have to argue, then why did we start talking? Mr. Han, I quietly gave up my dream for your sake. Isn't that enough for peace? I'm tired and fed up with you." I had really lost hope. No one in this world understood me, nor wanted to understand me. The feast of work, the feast of life, had suppressed me and all my happiness. And I left with nothing but mental exhaustion. Things were eating me from inside. I felt helpless and irritated that I couldn't explain it to anyone, not even my mom. I had tears in my eyes, but no one tried to feel my pain by looking into them. Everyone just wanted something from me, but no one asked me even once, what did I want?

Chapter 17 Who are you to make me feel so good? Who are we to tell ourselves that we’re misunderstood? Were always falling on each other like were both lost in in the dark. I don’t think you know me much at all, all, ALL! -Ellie Goulding (This Love)

Tears of frustration and fear and crushing loneliness. "I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know who I am anymore. And you're the only person who seems to understand anything about what's happening to me." "Understanding and explaining are different things." "Why won't you help me?" For a moment, something flickers across her face. Pain, maybe. Or regret. "Because some knowledge is a burden. And you're not ready to carry it yet." "When will I be ready?" "Soon." The word hangs between us like a promise and a threat.

he asked. I opened my mouth. Everything, I thought. Something. I don't know. I feel like I'm standing in a room where everyone understands what is happening except me and I am so tired of being the last to know things in every room I have ever stood in. "Nothing," I said.