No One Understands Me Novels & Stories

Why is so hard to understand? God, please- I just want my Chris back. * * *

She asked in almost a whisper, still looking so scared of me. I sighed. "I'm really frustrated. I'm lonely. I feel really terrible that no one understands me. I feel bad that you misunderstood me. And I feel really bad Trisha doesn't know my worth. I'm just fed up" "But I understand you." She raised cold hands, and cupped my face in it. And as she did that, I could sense the comfort I had missed in two days. "I truly understand you. It's just that I wasn't in a good mood that day. I didn't even know what I was saying."

he drapes something warm and cloth like over my shoulders " no, but thanks " I say people will think I'm dramatic which I am not being. like Brianna I don't know why body's so sensitive, and my emotions everything. its weird. I've never felt so open before but for the past weeks here I am. %&@&+@+-:#((#+-)+@&&@&@&&@

Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 My relationship with everyone is tenuous. Sheila, my friend the only one I wish, so I could share, a place of complaining angrily at me. I don't know what to do. Being ignorant is wrong; being bandy is also wrong. But to cry, please, I'm not strong enough to cry. All my life spent only crying. I do not want. I'm at the most potent point in my life, but I don't want to keep crying. There were too many things to do but cry.

“Just let me be who I am It's what you really need to understand And I hope so hard for the pain to go away And it's torturing me, but I can't break free So I cried, and cried but just won't get it out The silent scream” How couldn't they at least hear me out, before they criticized me and did that. Because it hurts. Fucking hurts! They are my parents, but they don't act like one. “Tell me why you're putting pressure on me And everyday you cause me harm That's the reason why I feel so lonely Even though you hold me in your arms” ***

I can't stand it when others pry into my mind and act as if they know how the wheels of my existence are supposed to turn. I don't remember where I was going, but I know I want to get away from them and cry until I don't feel anything anymore. Why does no one get what I'm going through? I don't understand why they can't help me in this case. Then It hit me that I'm on my own and nobody else cares enough to join the fight. I took a deep breath.

Dear no one Dear diary, I'm sorry I ignored you for a while and I haven't been writing here. This only means that things are not okay. I have been bottling up my feelings and that is dangerous. Because these emotions and hate will build up on each other until I can not take it anymore and explode killing someone. But don't you worry, what we have with you, no one could ever understand or take that away from us because you are my best friend who listens to me without judging me and I am grateful for that.

“Don’t do this, please.” “I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes tight and took deep breaths. “I’ve been selfish all this time. I shouldn’t have…after the incident, I felt like no one could truly understand me anymore. I’ve always…just wanted someone to understand how hard and painful it is…wanting to scream and cry and laugh…but not being able to do it. And then I met you. Somehow…even through our initial differences…you were the one person who could always understand what I meant…what I wanted to express…”

“You belong to me. You always have. Don’t you see? No one else will ever understand you like I do.” For a moment, the fury twists into something else—laughter. A raw, hollow sound that rips from my throat, echoing off the walls. “Let them try,” I hiss, clutching a picture tight against my chest. “Let them all try. They’ll never win. Because no one can love you the way I love you.”

"Elara, how could you say such a thing? Have you no shame?" "Besides, what good would that do you? Who would ever want to mark you after that?" "I don't know what the future holds," I said, rising slowly to my feet, my voice firm. "But right now, I want neither of them." Both Liam and Damien stared at me. Liam's eyes were filled with the condescending amusement one might give a court jester, while Damien's gaze turned dangerously sharp, his brow furrowed as if trying to see right through me.