Paranoia Quotes の小説・ストーリー

The Shamen's words keep me on my toes, I kept on pacing back and forth after we had come back from meeting with him. " Why are you paranoid?". Mrs Fiona asked me such a devastating question. wasn't she there when I was told to not only safe the world from the impending doom, but, Nova's as well, and she's asking me why am being paranoid? " Ma'am, Didn't you hear what the witch said?" I asked her.

“Which part?” “Not knowing who to trust. Looking at everyone who says they want to help and wondering if they’re actually trying to destroy us.” She paused, and when she spoke again her voice was smaller. “You know what the worst part is? It’s not Marcus, Vincent, or my father. It’s this. The paranoia. Looking at people we’ve worked with for years and wondering if they’ve been lying to our faces the whole time.” “I know,” he said instead of giving her reassurance he isn’t sure about. He pulled her chair closer so he could put an arm around her shoulders without jarring her wound.

That realization hit me like a slap, and I muttered under my breath. “Damn it, Vee. You need to move smarter. No more slip-ups.” I glanced around quickly, just in case someone had heard, but the hallway was mercifully empty, lit only by the flicker of dying torches. I hated how paranoid I’d become, but paranoia was what kept people like me alive.

"Before the proposal and before any of it. You should have told me." "I know," he said. "You are right. I know." "But you did not," I said. "No," he said. "I did not." I stood up because I needed to do something with my body and staying on that sofa was not an option anymore. I walked to the window and stood there looking at the street below and I thought about all the times something had felt slightly off and I had told myself I was being paranoid. The relationship paranoia that people who have been hurt before develop and spend years trying to talk themselves out of.

Because this isn’t the first time. Last week, it was my perfume bottle moved slightly to the left. The week before that, it was the bedroom window cracked open when I swore I locked it. And now… this. My thumb hovers over my phone screen, ready to dial 911, but I can’t bring myself to press it. What would I say? That someone write my name on a mirror? That I think someone’s inside, even though I didn’t see anyone? They’d label me paranoid. Hysterical. Delusional.

A necessity. I dropped my keys on the counter and leaned against the door, finally letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. At last, I was safe. Safe from prying eyes. The silence wrapped around me like a blanket, but instead of comforting me, it felt oppressive. Too quiet. My therapist said that my paranoia was a symptom of Paranoid personality disorder and I immediately knew it was still because of him, Jacob, my ex boyfriend. I started to recall everything I went through during our three years of relationship, every cruel word, every shove, every threat.

July 8, 2002 Mom’s not okay, the doctors says she has paranoia. And even without the doctors diagnosis, I could see it for myself. I could see it in the way she moves, the way she talks. Like she’s in some kind of trance, like she’s not even here with me anymore. I’ve tied everything to get her attention, but it’s like she’s not even here with me.

"Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death." ― William S. Burroughs Mariennne's POV: Letting myself in the dark room, I closed the door with a loud sigh, my head throbbing as I tried to take deeper breath, voices roaring in my head. These days, the voices seemed to become more prominent, more loud. Coiling in my mind, putting on a freak show. I licked my lips.... I enjoyed the taste of my crazy.

You cannot always meet the horizon of your dreams with your eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Being paranoid is something in a situation but what about feeling nothing? What about closing your eyes and the little mind of yours stopped working? And there is nothing! That's what I'm here at nothing! I didn't know and I didn't even realize when I fell on my knees in the mud that was sinking me in its power. I was shaking; my heart was throbbing against my chest, and all those blurry memories of him kept coming back to me.