Obsession With Yourself Novels & Stories

“Emotions that started to cloud my life. I couldn’t see straight anymore. No matter what level of success I reached, it was never enough. I needed to beat him. Outshine him. Replace him. And when that wasn’t happening, I wanted to ruin him.” His knuckles whiten against the hospital blanket. “It became my only priority. Instead of living my life, I lived in the shadow of his. Every role, every contract, every car, every woman. I had to prove I was better. But all I proved was how lost I was.” He looks at me then, and it’s chilling — a man describing his own downfall as though narrating someone else’s life. “I was obsessed.” The words hang in the sterile air, heavy and damp, like condensation

Things are getting a lot more complicated. “I'll do that. Give me some time.” I utter with a clipped-off tone. I just need time and I will get everything done. I will not get myself distracted by anything. I will have to take care of the stupid jealousy I keep feeling towards a man I think I hate whenever I see him with a woman. I need to get the job done but….. I don't want any buts.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

And to some point, she is self-obsessed but for her self-obsession in self-love times 10. She chuckled, but it sounded anything but fun or happy "The best cure for self-doubt is love. Obsession. Self-love and Self-Obsession!" She stopped doing it right before university. She realised there was so much in her no one could find anywhere else. There is only one her. Will always be like that. Forever and ever. She went through something as a child that no child should go through but she did, and there are people who went through worse or the same as her but she needs to help herself if she wants to help others.

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”

The audacity was almost admirable. "You're mine," I whispered to the empty room, the sound of my own voice dripping with a sick, heavy obsession that would have alarmed me if I'd been capable of self-reflection. I tossed the empty glass onto the rug, watching it bounce once before rolling to a stop against the leg of an antique chair. My eyes felt completely crazed, wild in a way I could feel but couldn't control.

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

I couldn’t even explain to myself why I’d done it. I hated Rhea. I spent every waking moment thinking of ways to make her life hell. But the second Camilla’s mouth opened to talk shit about her, something inside me snapped. It was territorial. Primal. An instinct I couldn’t control. I could treat Rhea like trash. I could break her. But nobody else got to say a fucking word about her. The realization hit me like a freight train: I was obsessed. Completely, mind-bendingly fixated on this girl in a way that was messing with my entire existence.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

Of course, it would not be a problem for him, to browse each page of the Internet to find out everything that happens in the world. This is to his credit, he found them but thanks to my good eye and my thorough investigation we are here. I am good looking for what benefits me the most but everything requires a prior evaluation to be accepted. I take what I want very seriously, a psychiatrist would say that I am obsessed with getting what I am infatuated with. But I'm not infatuated, I just want to build my own army to defend myself. Anyone would do it and it wouldn't be an obsession, it's just thinking about the future.