Quotes About Tired Of Being Hurt 소설 & 이야기

he exhaled and looked up to me like he was tired of me talking. If not for anyone for those kids, the sick ones in the doctors ward…they ought to stand up. “No one ever has an intention to ruin someone till they get a reason and she has a valid reason for ruining my pack years ago…destroyed thos healthy people! Can I have a moment of break from you?” My shoulders fell as he yelled, everything he pointed was so true and…I'm so tired, so freaking tired and I'm losing my mind.

I just wait. The city spreads out beyond the window, indifferent and glittering. Harvey's hands are pressed flat against the glass, his shoulders rigid. "I'm not going to hurt you," I say finally, my voice quiet. "You don't know that." His voice is rough. "Nobody knows that." "Harvey—" "Everyone hurts everyone eventually." The words are recited like something learned a long time ago and repeated until it became truth. "It's just a matter of time and circumstance."

Pain… I know pain. I know how it feels, how it can twist and break you until you’re nothing but fragments of who you used to be. I’m shattered, and I can’t be fixed. Happiness is fleeting—whenever I think I’ve found it, it slips through my fingers, leaving me even more broken than before. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t cry anymore, even when you desperately needed to? When the tears just won’t come, no matter how much you want to let it all out?

*I am in so much pain* I cried more as I text Jessica my feelings, I know she will be on a frenzy when she sees it tomorrow, by then my brave face will be on. *Sometimes you must hurt in order to know, fall in order to grow, lose in order to gain, for lives greatest lessons are learned through pain* Jessica replied and it shocked the hell out of me. You might wonder why it surprised me, I wasn't surprised that she woke up to reply to my texts, though Jessica loves her sleep and hardly sacrifices her sleep for anything. I wasn't surprised that she suddenly became wise and sent me a quote, she is a simple girl that can't even remember the simplest quote like cleanliness is second to godliness

I dropped onto my bed and brought out my phone, ready to call up a private investigator. . . . (Next day: morning.) Vera's P. O. V ' Sleep doesn't help, if it's your soul that's tired.' I read that quote somewhere and I can say it has stuck to me ever since. I find it hard to believe when people say they'll sleep over their problems and they'll be fine. Sleeping doesn't solve anything, whether we like it or not. The problems will still be there, might get even worse if you're not careful.

"Drake it's hurts so much that I can't be seen with you in public. That we can't drive in your own car. That I can publicly declare my love for you, all because of your f*cking damn appearances and stupid fame..It's so draining, very draining and I don't think I have the strength in me to overcome it.At times I just want to strangle you, kill you but how can I do that while I can't live without you..." "I am sorry..." I felt his arms on my shoulders and pushed him back that he fell on his sorry ass. "I am sick and tired of hearing that word..." I sat on the carpet and pulled my legs to my chest. " I am always tired of all this," He knelt Infront of me," I am also tired of hurting you.."

The kind you can’t hold back even if you try. “I’m so tired,” I whispered to the empty room. Tired of defending myself. Tired of being doubted. Tired of loving people who kept hurting me—even when they didn’t mean to. My phone buzzed beside me. I didn’t look at it. I just cried.

said Reya dryly, sneering at like a sentence she often hears from the man's lips. "Apart from being a fool, what can you do? Even if you are asked by someone to replace an item that you accidentally damaged, you will still replace it even though you are poor? Because stupid people tend not to think." (tanda miring) That's a sentence that always makes Reya sick of hearing it. She knows that he is not a person with abundant wealth, but her boss should be aware that everything he says always hurts her who doesn't even know anything. And now she is just trying to reverse the hurtful words, without care feeling that her boss will be angry or not, hear or not.

It’s no longer a battle; it’s just the truth. "I’m tired," I say. "I'm tired too," he says softly. "I'm tired of all of this. I hate that I hurt you, and it hurts even more to see how quickly you moved on." He looks at me, his gaze heavy. "I am so sorry for all the pain I've caused you."

Was all that would come out. I was too tired to argue and wasn’t feeling well. I rubbed my forehead and eyes. He just kept watching me. I softly said, “I’m sorry, I’m really not a bitch. I’ve just had a hard day. I hurt, I’m tired and I just want to make it home.”