Novel & Cerita No One Understands Me

Not trying to complain about my problems to y'all but I need you to understand that there's a lot going on for me. Thanks for understanding, I appreciate all your support and I'm really sorry for leaving you guys hanging😥

“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. “

Chapter : one Since I'm 5 yrs, I always heard adults saying "nobody love walking alone, even problem don't visit people alone. They always move in group". Half of the world population don't understand the meaning of those words, I/4 can't write nor read, so only 1/4 understand. because if you've never experienced it, you would never understand. For example, This month I've lost everything that really matters to me, I know it suck to be alone or be surrounded but feel lonely. I've ended my education due to fund, I've lost my friends and family members and I am sick and tire being manipulated by those I trust. I thought I had friends, oncles and cousin. It was only my imagination, they were a

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

"Cassie, if it hurts, say something. Don't force yourself." His voice was soft, like the man who once loved and spoiled me. But my heart felt nothing. I looked up into those deep blue eyes. Once, they held only me. Now? Just contempt and impatience. "I'm fine," I said, voice calm and hollow. Adriano hesitated. I used to cry over a paper cut. Now... "You really have changed," he muttered, eyes unreadable. I dropped my gaze and stayed quiet. People change—especially when their hearts get crushed.

But the men were already consumed by lust and had no intention of listening. One of them shoved Ember hard, sending her sprawling several feet across the floor. She winced, tears welling up from the pain. Realizing she had no power to stop them, she gave in with a twisted smile. "Fine. This works too. Who cares if someone does rescue you? Once Jeffrey sees you've been tainted, I doubt he'd still want you." The men leered and closed in on me. I screamed for help, but my voice only echoed uselessly in the empty warehouse.

God, please… help me. I have no one else to talk to.

No one was listening. And I have no idea what to do.

“No one understands me—not you, and not even my parents. “All I ever wanted was a stable life, but the person I like doesn’t like me back. I feel like I’m stuck in this cycle and can’t get out. Sometimes I try to tell myself to let go, but I realize I just can’t.” Megan held out her hand and stared at her palm before slowly curling her fingers into a fist, determination flickering in her eyes. “So what are you planning to do?”

He gives me a salute and pulls out of the garage onto the main road. As Noah disappears into the distance, the dismissal stings, causing my emotions to wreak havoc again. Sadness washes over me, “Hurray for Ciara, the 20-year-old nobody. She doesn’t mind being pushed into a corner no one will notice.” Goddess, I just want to be heard and seen. I know my family loves me; I am not denying their love, but why do I feel so unimportant?