No One Understands Me Novels & Stories

"Are you okay? The girls said you were not feeling well." I laugh. "Woah my guy friends were worried about me." Jayden protests, jokingly. "Hey! We are not heartless people who do not have any feelings." I smile and say, "Thanks for thinking about me and to answer your question, I am just having flu for now, so I'll be fine." Kayden looks at Zach. "Bro, are you even okay? You have been in your own world ever since yesterday." Everyone, including me, looks at him and he says, "Yeah just having some bad days."

11— Oh! Shiv Ji, please no, how? why? “At some time, everyone wants to be understood by someone. But no one is trying to understand the other. Why? If you really want to be understood: try to understand first.” — Saumya Tripathi “No..no..no..No!”

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.

he asked, his words sharp and heavy, but I could not stop crying, I even sobbed louder “I am alone in the world, I don’t have anyone, no one cares about me” I sobbed again, my chest hurt so much as I spoke I just needed him to come He stayed quiet and I thought for a second he would hang up “Did something happen?” He asked “Yes” I choked out “I just need someone to talk to” I whispered, my tears wouldn’t stop flowing out even after crying for hours I still had tears rushing out “You are the only one that understands me please come over please” I begged, he was the only person I could run to, the only one who would ever listen even if he hated it

Since I first heard that song, my soul screamed to dance it with the one person who made me feel like this. —When you're so in love (oh, when you're so in love) And your souls touch (oh!) But it's still not enough Where does it go? (Whoa, hey) Where does it go? Nobody knows (hey, nobody) Where the love goes —And that was Nobody Knows. So why not end with a kiss? After all, not everything can be perfect, not everything can have a happy ending. And that's exactly what the damn, stupid phone wanted to interrupt, making us pull apart.

This whole idea is so pathetic. Sometimes the only thing I want to do is to die so that everyone will leave me alone. So that I can have some peace. So that every hurt, pain and disappointment will be forgotten. No one understands me, not even one person. The person I called my friend, who I thought I can share my worries and burden without being judged, I never knew she was a wolf in sheep clothing. Knowing that I loved Richard and still went for him, gave him pet name, sing his praise to my ears without shame or remorse.

"Emilia's hurting her." "Va—" I cut Miss Sophie short, wondering why no one understood what I was going through. I was hurting, but no one was seeing that. No one cared, no matter how they tried to express it. I was all alone. I placed my palm on the floor filled with gravel, helping myself up. I groaned as I gestured my finger at myself, "Why? Why doesn't anyone understand what I'm going through? I spent five years..." I paused, took out my hand, and directed my five fingers in front of Eve as she stood still, watching me.

I saw my reflection sitting and huddled in the corner wiping the tears on my eyes. Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room when nobody was watching. Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've left like I'm about to snap, but I just don't, for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody Knows Me.

Or cause I'm tired, really tired. I just want a hug so bad, funny how I didn't really realize I wanted a hug until it was given to me without questions. I've been so lonely... My hands tighten more firmly on his neck as another tear slip out, managing successfully to pass through my tightly shut eyelids. No one really understands me... They don't know what I've been through... They don't know. A quiet sob escaped my dry, parched lips, muffled down by his shirt accompanied by more trail of tears.

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