Quotes For Being Insecure Novels & Stories

" Yeah " " Then how come you don't know how to treat a woman? " He smiles and shake his head steplste back " There's a room you can use " I watch him walk off, up the stairs till he disappears into a corner. Now I've said something bad again haven't I? Want the fuck is wrong with me? Why on Earth do I keep messing things up in my life. Ugh. I dig my fingers into my hair slumping on a chair GOD. I'm so fucking insecure. I hate and I hate my life. I'd say it again, even a hundred times .

They've got the passion for what they're doing, while all I'm here for is to take revenge and get myself out of this mess alive. I was about to decline it when Suze opened her mouth again. " She's a loser, she can't make it..." Well, I didn't wait for her until she finished what she was saying, and without thinking twice I found myself agreeing. " I'm in!" I exclaim with a mean smile on my face. I knew what she was doing, she was trying to make me feel insecure around her. The truth is that she's the type of insecure person that has trust issues with their own selves. These types of people are the worst, instead of working on improving themselves, they hide behind their expensive clothes and

I never knew guys could be this thirsty it makes me sick. "That's ridiculous" He said then he started laughing. "What?" I asked annoyed "You have a voice in your head?" He asked me. I shook my head. "It's not funny at all" I said to him "Listen okay, being insecure is normal. People usually doubt themselves because they think the don't deserve anything good. In your case your mom is the one that fucked you up. You're a smart guy. You're caring, loving, sweet, beautiful, cute and strong but you're also naïve and dumb. You shouldn't be putting yourself through all this bullshit. I fucking love you and would do anything for you but if you're going to do this all this time, then maybe I'm not en

“Of course. Guys like insecure women. It’s very satisfying making a girl feel better about herself. Much harder to do when the girl’s all confident and comfortable in her own body. Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.” “I don’t care if you blame me, you fucking idiot,” said Jenny, subtly intimating I’d missed the point. “What if someone comes along who doesn’t let you down? What if she can help you when you need her? You’ll go off with her, and no one would blame you.” So much insecurity, such wow.

“What about you?” “What about me?” “If you broke things off with your regulars, they must be upset.” “Oh, they are.” His chicken was tender enough to slice through with just his fork. He didn’t even need a knife. “Way to be humble about it.” He smirked. “You asked a question, and I answered it. Humility doesn’t build empires. It doesn’t earn money. All it shows is insecurity.” “How?” “People are humble because they want to be liked. And if you want to be liked, that means you’re insecure. I’d rather be arrogant than insecure.”

she comments. I know that the thing was fading but I'm very insecure about it. "Yeah but...." I sigh putting my top back on. "No buts, you're going to that gala. It's about time you get over all these insecurities. Jack was a jerk. Hey that almost rhymed. But jokes apart, he's a moron for everything he said, don't let him win by letting his words affect you" she says and I nod solemnly. I know she's right but insecurities don't just die overnight.

“Not true? Sure it is. You’d rather not spare any attention for me when she’s around. Or maybe you’re afraid that if she sees us happy together, she’ll close the door on you altogether and move on happily with her mates.” I knew it was my insecurities talking. I could hear the words I was saying and understood how ridiculous they were but I couldn’t stop them from spilling out. Part of me needed to speak my deepest fears out loud so he could reassure me they were unfounded. But that’s not what he did.

He's annoyingly hot. “Whoa, really now? And what are your likes, Willow?” He raised both brows with a taunting smile. “Oh, I'll tell you.” I folded my arms, ready to hear whatever nonsense he had to say. “Up-tight, but not because you're so strict. It's just a defense mechanism. Because beneath all that thick skin of yours, you're one hell of a judgmental, insecure bitch.” That word ‘insecure’ made my throat clench so hard. But I gulped it down, refusing to give him any reaction.

“Come, sit. We need to talk.” Those words make my stomach drop to my feet and that little niggle of insecurity cranks up a level. Nothing good ever came of a man telling a woman they needed to talk, and I hesitate. Realising just how badly I will fall apart if Alexi now decides he doesn’t want this anymore. I’m an insecure person, with a lot of self-worth issues, obviously, my mind instantly goes to go to ‘he wants to dump me’.

The narrative I was weaving was one of impending loss, of a love I was not worthy of, of a partner who was slowly but surely slipping away. The sharp edge of this insecurity wasn't just confined to my thoughts; it bled into my actions. I became more clingy, more desperate for reassurance, which, I suspected, only pushed Earnest further away. My attempts to be more "interesting," more like Victoria, felt forced and unnatural, a performance that was slowly but surely draining my spirit. I was caught in a vicious cycle: the more insecure I felt, the less I was myself, and the less I was myself, the more insecure I became.