Obsession With Yourself Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."

“Why are you relieved? Aren’t you the one trying to kill your brothers all the time?” “That’s the thing, Nes! I want to kill him. He can’t die before I assassinate him. In fact, none of my brothers can die before I kill them or it would ruin everything. I have OCD, you know? Obsessive-Compulsive Desire to be the one who takes them down — no one can outdo me, not even death.” “Hmm. Makes sense,” Nesryn said with a shrug.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

She tapped Dae Hyun’s back a little hard, sending a code for him to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Dae Hyun whispered. “I don’t know why I’ve bad feelings lately.” “I’m alright, Oppa,” replied Qeiza. “I think you’ve pushed yourself too hard to work very late at night.” Qeiza knew well Dae Hyun’s habits. Her adopted brother was just like Ansel. He was a workaholic who didn’t know time when he was struggling with the stack of documents or macbook. “I guessed so,” Dae Hyun agreed. “But, you’ve always bothered my mind. Have you been in trouble?”

So why do I want to run away? When I met him, I understood. I know it's an awful cliché, but my brain saw clearly. The freshness of this feeling intoxicated me, and I let myself be trapped. Again. Like yesterday. I blame myself like a woman on a diet who sneaked a bite of two croissants on the spot. They gave me extreme satisfaction at the time. I would even ask for a third if my pockets weren't suffering so much, but I have to be sensible myself.

I said to them. “So you mean, you are going to give up on her?” Mason asked me. “No… I never give up” I said and took a pause before adding, “The problem is… That I am obsessed with her… And when I am obsessed with something…” “You get that thing no matter what” Dylan completed for me.

He is sincere and boosts my self-esteem, I followed the diet that the nutritionist suggested and every day I apply the cream to my stomach, I know that my body will not go back to what it was, but I am happy with the change, after all, I had four babies and that's not for everyone. Oliver loves me and I will continue to take care of myself whenever I can, I don't want to settle down and become a slob who doesn't even do the basics, in my opinion, no woman is forced to be preoccupied all the time, but at least the basics should be done for herself.

I'm done,"she'd said, each word a nail hammered into the coffin of their... whatever it was. He hated himself for it, the self-loathing a bitter, metallic taste on his tongue. He'd known he was screwing it up, had felt it slipping through his !ngers, but he'd been toostubborn, too damn proud to stop it. And God, he hated how much he needed her anyway. The dependence was a raw, throbbing wound, a constant reminder of his own weakness. His phone sat on the workbench, screen dark and accusing, a silent judge. He'd checked it so many

Then he looked at his hands briefly, the way he did when he was assembling something he wanted to say correctly. "I spent a long time," he said, "believing the only thing I was capable of was obsession. Wanting things and pursuing them and owning them." He paused. "I'd been told that. By doctors, by people who knew me, by my own understanding of how I was built." He looked up at me. "And when I started watching you, years ago, I told myself that's what it was. Obsession. Because that was the word I had for it and it was easier than the alternative." "What was the alternative?" I said quietly.