Quotes No One Cares About Me Novels & Stories

He didn't care a hoot. - Um, can you come see this person with me or not? Doris wrinkled her brow and became increasingly anxious as she became aware that something was wrong. It seemed as though he had further motives that were not immediately evident; who ought he to talk to? She is so worn out that she no longer cares, so all she wants to do is go home right now. Since Vidor and Edna have already departed, she will need to hail a cab and drive home by herself since they have already left. Due to the fact that this is the case, she does not wish to squander her time on these matters since she is too worn out to give a damn about them.

Anger boils within me and I lose all control of myself, recollecting all the years of bullying I endured. I couldn't help but yell, "I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOUR INTENTION IS, BUT I HOPE THAT ONE DAY, WHENEVER IT IS, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO BLAME YOURSELF FOR BEING A PATHETIC BITCH. ALL YOU DO IS TRY TO LURE GUYS BY WEARING SHORT PANTS OR DRESS! YOU SHOULD REALLY LOOK INTO THE MIRROR TO SEE HOW PATHETIC YOU LOOK BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOU ARE JUST GOING TO HURT SOMEONE ELSE AND MAY BE EVEN YOURSELF." With that, I exit the toilet with small whispers that could heard before the door of the toilet is closed and I try to calm myself down before entering the classroom.

"So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game"I sang screaming on top of my lungs. Noah started this whole game with his dick ass of a best friend Dickens and I was going to end it. Speaking of Dickens,I still had people investigating on his whereabouts but so far I got nothing.

right into Glen's bed. When she couldn't reach me later, she started playing the sympathy card. One day she'd be drunk, the next day in some minor car accident. Once, after she drank herself into a stomach bleed, Glen even texted me. He said I had ruined Rhea and asked if I was finally happy now. What did I do when I got that message? Right. I just scoffed and deleted the photo. I ruined her? Please. It was just karma doing its thing. Funny how people didn't like it when their bad deeds caught up to them.

"Cassie, if it hurts, say something. Don't force yourself." His voice was soft, like the man who once loved and spoiled me. But my heart felt nothing. I looked up into those deep blue eyes. Once, they held only me. Now? Just contempt and impatience. "I'm fine," I said, voice calm and hollow. Adriano hesitated. I used to cry over a paper cut. Now... "You really have changed," he muttered, eyes unreadable. I dropped my gaze and stayed quiet. People change—especially when their hearts get crushed.

By the third, I’m just watching people , couples laughing, strangers grinding, the world spinning like it doesn’t care who I am. I pick up my phone and go through the messages I had sent Daniel earlier, no response still. But it says read this time . I battle in my head , do I send a message or not ? . In defeat, I keep the phone down . I feel empty , lonely. I signal the bartender for more drinks , 3 more cups and now I feel a little numb to the pain .

He whipped his head around and shouted at Lisa, "Shut up! Don't ever mention her again. Scum like me deserves to be stuck with trash like you for life!" Lisa bit her lip hard and sneered coldly, "Ha! Then we'll be stuck forever. Like anyone else would want a loser like you." They kept cursing at each other like they were trying to spit out every nasty word in existence. They hadn't noticed me standing there. Just as they were getting ready to leave, Byron suddenly paused, as if he sensed something. He looked up and spotted me. Our eyes met. He panicked immediately, feeling like he wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Dear no one Dear diary, I'm sorry I ignored you for a while and I haven't been writing here. This only means that things are not okay. I have been bottling up my feelings and that is dangerous. Because these emotions and hate will build up on each other until I can not take it anymore and explode killing someone. But don't you worry, what we have with you, no one could ever understand or take that away from us because you are my best friend who listens to me without judging me and I am grateful for that.

“You know what your problem is?” “No one asked,” I say. “You don’t commit,” he says. “You either don’t care at all or you care too much and panic.” I glare at him. “When did you get insightful?” “TikTok,” he says solemnly. Zack snorts. Cole doesn’t laugh. “Just don’t hurt her,” he says quietly. That lands harder than anything else today. I look away. ⸻ Later, alone in my room, I stare at the ceiling.

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing