Quotes About Tired Of Being Hurt の小説・ストーリー

Nothing left to pretend. Nothing left to protect. The room felt too quiet. Too empty. Like it was closing in on me slowly. My breathing became uneven again as I pressed my hand against my chest. It hurt. Everything hurt. “I’m tired…” I whispered. The words came out weaker than before. “I’m so tired…” Tired of pretending. Tired of enduring. Tired of being strong when I didn’t even have anything left to hold on to. Another wave of pain hit my stomach suddenly, sharper than before.

I said Whenever we get broken, we turn into something, something that is related with anger. ~~~ It's Monday today and I don't want anyone to see that I'm still the weak Cyanelle that crying every night. I dressed up, and tried to be cold and heartless, feirce as I can be. "Woah, you look gorgeous." Charlie commented I smile lightly and thank him. "I think my ex gonna probably envy at you because I'm with a gorgeous hot chick as you." He joked

I just wanted to be heard, to be understood. "I'm just so tired," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm tired of being hurt, tired of being betrayed. I'm tired of being a good person, tired of being a good wife. I just want to be me, to be free from all of this pain and heartache." *** As I sat there, pouring my heart out to the stranger, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The emotions, the pain, the heartache - it all became too much for me to bear. I felt my eyelids growing heavy, my head nodding forward.

“Gloria and I didn't do anything. We didn't do anything, I need you to believe me. I know what—” “Believe you?” I laugh. “Yes.” “You want me to believe you? You want me to still believe those lies?” “You said you trusted me. You said you did and nothing is going to change the trust you had in me!” He shouted. “Well, I can't anymore! I can not trust you! You make it hard to trust you! You make me feel incapable of trusting you because all you ever do is hurt and hurt and hurt me and I can't anymore! I'm so tired! I'm so tired of bearing all this pain. I am so tired.”

I AM ABOLUTELY TIRED OF MY FUCKING SHIT! I do not know if I am the only one , but there comes a time in your life where even you are tired of the stupid shit you do. I mean… I sit back on my ass watching others achieve their goals , live lives that are hard yet rewarding – I watch people become everything they want to be physically and mentally…while I sit on my ass , doing nothing but pray and hope that somehow I will magically change.

“But it will hurt you.” “With you, Tater tot, I’m always in pain.”

- Caitlin Cooper ************************************ The line from this quote "when you're broken you need to be reborn" resembles me so much. I was broken to the extent that I was not even seeing the positive light in my life. I did not know how to save myself from the damage that was done to me; I could not even see the shore to survive or land; I was too into the depth of the water to be saved. The only person that can keep myself from going insane was only me; Only. Me. I. was the only one now who can rescue myself from the detriment I was going to foist upon myself. Throughout my life while growing up I only heard people saying "I'm suffering so much or I'm in pain" but I only understo

“Tell me you're lying about that.” “Nope,” I said sharply. “Life has just been kinda weird to me and most of the times I can only take the pain away with the bottles.” It was hard for anyone to take me seriously when I spoke about being hurt. Like I had just told a lie or something. I for one, almost didn't believe I was hurt.

(Favourite KAJ quotes) Always expect nothing or the worst from people so you wouldn't be in a shocked state when you get disappointed at anytime. The few people I've let this known to pointed out that it seems way too harsh, mostly Veronica and Mageret. And ever since, I stopped telling people but remind myself all the time because to me it's not harsh cause it's the hard damned truth. The truth is that, people fail to handle the truth all the time. That's why there are lots of heartbreaks here and there, broken/failed marriages coupled along with homicide and suicide. P.S: My friends never quit reminding me how much of a weirdo I and my thoughts are.

I swiped at a tear that escaped the corner of my eye and she said, “You need to let yourself cry.” “All I’ve done is cry,” I complained. “I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of feeling guilty. I’m tired of hating myself for what I did. I’m just tired.” She leaned over and gently laid her hand on my wrist. “Time will heal you, my dear friend. I know that it doesn’t feel that way now, but it will.” “Will time undo what I did to him?” I asked with bitterness in my voice.