روايات وقصص ضمن Quotes About Tired Of Being Alone

“My apologies.” “I don't care about your apology.” I replied with a wave of my hand. “Just think of something that will hasten things up and stop wasting my time.” I replied. As the sitting room descended into silence, I fell into thought. “Staying alone sometimes can be so boring.” I thought to myself with a sigh. “Wish I hadn't sent those girls away.” I said to myself with a sigh escaping my lips “But this is ok I guess.” I said with a shrug. “I could at least enjoy these drinks alone with no one to disturb me.”. I said to myself as I poured beer into my mouth.

"You disappear when other people come around. So if being lonely is what it takes for you to remain in my life, to always be in love with you, then I will happily be lonely. I prefer your company to other people's anyway. They're all annoying and have made a habit of telling me how to live my life." "We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell," she replied, quoting Wilde. "Your life is your own making. You're alive, Jay. Heaven and hell are a lifetime away. You need to move on. Maybe even fall in love again. Live again. You deserve a fresh start. A chance at life." She looked sad. I hated making her upset.

Alone. Unmarked. Waiting. And suddenly, I wasn't tired anymore.

"She said I am sick and tired of being sick and tired." She looked around the room. Her eyes landed on me for a second then moved on. "How many of you feel that way? Sick and tired of being sick and tired? Of things not changing? Of feeling stuck?" A few hands went up but I did not raise mine. But I felt it...felt the words echo in my chest. Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Sick of lying. Sick of hiding. Sick of wanting someone I should not want. Sick of myself.

"But you came back." "I came back." I press a kiss to her hair. "I don't know why." "Yes, you do." I'm quiet for a moment. "Because I didn't want to be alone anymore." --- The words hang in the air. Alone. I've spent my whole life telling myself that alone was better. Safer. Easier. No one to disappoint, no one to disappoint me. Just me and my lies and the open road. But alone is also empty. And I'm tired of being empty.

"We need to talk. Alone.” d: “It's not over until I say it's over.”

Being alone is more painful than getting hurt! I need you desperately even just to sit near you without even talking, please come Cole. He will ignore me until he needs me. I wish I could ignore You, the way you ignore me. I care for someone who doesn't care about me. I feel so lonely; loneliness is not being alone, It's the feeling that no one cares. I am tired of waiting for nothing! Time to be strong, to walk alone. A tear escaped through my eyelashes, I tried to block my big urge to cry. I won't cry.

How to convey the self-doubt and weariness that had taken over me tonight. In the end, I realized I couldn't. I didn't want Carson to think that I couldn't handle my responsibilities as a DJ. Even though those responsibilities seemed daunting at the moment. “Do you ever feel alone?” I asked instead. “Not lonely, no everyone's felt that. I'm talking alone. Like no matter how many people you surround yourself with or how hard you try to hide from it there's this bone-crushing emptiness that just . . . hurts.” Carson was silent.

*Stop being so hard on yourself, if you don’t try you’ll never find someone,* Selena said, annoyed and tired of being lonely too. “Thanks girl. I know … I have to try,” I said out loud.

Her smile made half of my fatigue vanish. "Let me help you." I offered. "No need. I'm almost done. You're too tired, go rest." "Are you sure?" "Hm. Go." "Ok..." She's worried that I'm tired. She works every from morning to night. She gets soo tired but never says anything. Our generation is soo lazy. Shame on us. Look at our mothers, it's like there made of steel and we're of sticks. I came and fell on the bed. Blankly looking up at the celing fan. It was soo silent that I could hear the blades cutting through the wind. So nice...peaceful, quite and....lonely.