No One Understands Me Novels & Stories

“I just understood that I don't belong to anything or anyone in this world, Clary,” I said after a while, answering her question. “No one cares about me; it's like these guys; they all always want to cum and leave. No one will ever look at me any further than that.” My voice got choked at the end.

It pissed me off that Felicity didn’t want to leave immediately, and his voice was irritating to my ears. "What do you mean? If you would tell me, I would understand. I don’t even know if you have LBM, a headache, or something else that I would be more concerned about. If that’s why you don't want to go out with me today—okay, but it's wrong to say that I don't experience it, so I can't understand what you feel. My gosh, Elyana—don’t tell me it's rare, and you're the only one who could feel. I’m just a gay. I'm still a human,” he said, scolding me.

I scoff, “No, but you are. You all are so stupid if you think you can do anything to force me into this.” She wears her crown of devilishness, perhaps when the reality of my bold stand starts sinking into her big, empty head. She was not expecting this stinging letdown. The disappointment and desperation fused with disbelief are etched everywhere on her ugly, fugly face. It makes me wonder if I am such a stranger to them. I mean, why can’t they understand that my ‘no’ means no? No matter what crooked means they use, I will never succumb to this. How many times do we have to go over this again because I am sick and tired of it? Gosh! It’s so draining and annoying, the fuck outta me! Can they

I could hardly hear them over the silent cries of my heart. Their words hung in the air, a fragile bridge of support stretched across the abyss. I clung to it, recognizing the genuine love that emanated from those who cared for me, yet the bridge seemed fragile, and the abyss, insurmountable. "Maybe you should talk to someone, a professional. It might help." Zyra, my best friend, advised yesterday. But why does no one understand that I am not ill? I am just lost, I am hollow and fucking empty. I am just numb and frustrated with no way to let my frustration out.

I don't know if I was talking to him freely like this but it felt good to finally talk about it with someone that didn't feel like I could melt away any second, like Jace and my sister. "Trust me, I understand that fact. You were kind of reminded that you have to start being intentional about taking back control. Truth is that no one else can understand how hard that must have been for you" "You're not alone in this. And you don’t have to do it alone." I nodded. “Thank you, you totally understand. People act like they understand but they don't and it just pisses me off.” “Yeah, sorry about that.” "Over the last few months, my whole life has been turned upside down and I don’t even know who I

The ones I’d rather it be lost and not found. There is this thing with suffocation and being holed up in a bottle. A dark place where I can’t breathe. I can only decipher the shadows of my death, my lost hope. A place I can only shiver because no one knows. No one understands. No one can see. No one can pronouns the contours of my complications, no one can see the end of my movie, nor the beginning. A life without a movie. Within a waste.

For example have to think about the state of the mother, revenge and all. I am tired. But, do I really have to raise the flagpole to signify my surrender at a young age? Or when I start to feel tired like now? I once cried one night that I can't remember when. I cried when I saw the music video of one of the songs that you may already be familiar with. Symphony-by Clean bandits. I think you must know the song that was booming at that time right? You know what made me cry from that music??

"Jane says this is the only place where you're allowed to worry. Whatever's on your mind, you should share it with the sunset, then leave it here." I gave an awkward smile, the heaviness in my chest easing a little. "I didn't know about that rule. My thoughts were just a bit jumbled up." He waved it off. "That's fine. But I am curious. Someone like you, who can turn pain into strength, still has worries?" I froze at his words, turning to meet his steady, reassuring eyes. For a moment, I couldn't speak. I wanted to tell him that I had endless worries. About being deceived by the people closest to me. About being treated like a fool. About a marriage built entirely on lies.

“And no one cares. No one understands what this feels like, being promised something your whole life and then watching it slip through your fingers while everyone tells you to smile. And rather than finding understanding, you find resentment. And I am the one being locked up when I did nothing wrong but try to understand why all of this is happening to me!” My voice faltered. “You don’t know what I’m going through. You don’t know what it is to be in so much pain and not to know how to work with it.” For a long moment, she said nothing. Then Luna Isobel sighed. She crossed the room and sat beside me on the edge of the bed, not touching, but close enough that her presence grounded the space. “

Sometimes I just really wanted to be left alone. “Well”,I started,placing my phone on the table and turning my attention to him. “These past few weeks have been a prolonged period of struggle for me to be honest. It feels like I'm losing my mind. I've been having so much difficulty in staying on track. Everyone that has really had my back doesn't even care about me anymore and It hurts”,I said, almost tearing up. I have always had a fragile ego that needed constant stroking,it was like a deep seated insecurity that always had the need for continuous attention and now that I wasn't getting that, I felt terrible. “I just wish people would understand me and not always thinking I'm one selfish p