Quotes No One Cares About Me Novels & Stories

I can't live without you! "Our son! We have a son! He used to rely on me so much! I don't believe he doesn't miss me! Can you—" I couldn't help but laugh. His absurd words amused me. So, he had always known Cayden depended on him. Perhaps that was precisely why—knowing he was our only pillar of support—he had repeatedly broken his promises, neglecting us time and time again. Other than finding it ridiculous and laughable, I felt absolutely nothing for his words or actions anymore.

I set my phone to Do Not Disturb and went over to the temple. I was back to my solitary life. I did not know how much I missed it. But it was odd being back around other assistants. They treated me too delicately. They seemed to avoid the subject of love or death all together. It was getting too frustrating so one day I asked. "Alright, spit it out. Why have you all been acting like I would break at any moment?" I asked and they hesitated. "We are worried about triggering you. We heard you husband died," one of them said and I paused, recalling I had infact told one of them over the phone that.

Don’t even ask me why because I don’t know. All I know right now is… If someone is going to make him feel all sad and gloomy, it’s going to be me. Not the whole world. “Hey,” I say to get his attention again, he turns to look at me but I can recognize the vacant look on his eyes. He’s disassociating, “Don’t look at what people are saying about you, they’re a bunch of losers anyway. This shit will be over soon… and even it doesn’t, who cares? We’re untouchable. You’ll just become yet another controversial figure. People forget quickly.”

AT THE END OF THE DAY, NO ONE SITS IN THE ABYSS OF PAIN WITH YOU. NO ONE CARES FOR A FAILED PERSON. IT’S JUST YOU, YOURSELF AND IN YOUR ABYSS OF DARKNESS. NOT EVEN THE ONE YOU LOVE THE MOST. ——————— WELCOME💕🌸 ————— ALICIA’S POV

I don't want to go about telling people they are what they will never be to me, just to get them to like me. Not after SS2, not after Frances left. Not after i opened up enough to let one more person in after Mumsi and Tobi. Not after that person left town unceremoniously, without a heads-up–a call or even text. Just a weightless "hi" two months later on WhatsApp. I ignored it, i ignored her. But man, i like this girl. Deziri is humming I believe in miracles smugly. I quarantine him to the backstage of my mind. He can be smug there all he likes.

My phone buzzed so many times I thought it might explode. *Where are you?* *Are you okay?* *I didn’t mean to upset you.* *You don’t have to talk, just let me know you’re fine.* *Monica, please answer me.* *No matter what you think, I still care about you. A lot. I’m not letting anyone hurt you again. Not even myself. And especially not Gabriel.* I ignored them all. Every single one. I wasn’t going to do this dance again. I wasn’t going to let him crawl back in just because he suddenly decided to have a fake conscience.

“Then why do you look so cute when you’re angry?” My face warmed instantly. “I’m not cute.” “That’s exactly what a cute person would say.” I turned away, but he gently caught my chin and guided me back so I had to face him. “Hey,” he said more softly. “If something’s bothering you, just tell me.” I hesitated. Then I gave in. “Everyone keeps talking about you,” I muttered. He blinked. “What?” “They don’t even care about me,” I continued, looking at him. “All day, it’s been ‘Mr. Lloyd this’ and ‘Mr. Lloyd that.’ No one’s even asking about me. It’s annoying.”

I spent a few minutes in the bathroom during work hours, and my 20,000‑dollar salary was cut down to 3,500 dollars. I went to my boss to demand an explanation. He acted fair‑minded, and every word carried sarcasm. "According to last month's security footage, you spent a total of 40 minutes in the bathroom. Don't tell me you were working there. "Five hundred dollars for every minute you spent in the bathroom. "It’s a new company policy. As a senior employee, you should set an example. Honestly, I went easy on you." I had been one of the company's key employees for ten years, and the deals I brought in had generated over 100 million dollars in revenue. Now, even my most basic rights were

I am twenty-four, mourning the loss of my daughter alone, without anyone to ask how I feel. No one cares. “And I didn't?” The words slip past my lips like venom. He says nothing, and I finally understand: I never mattered.

“ I just found out today that no one fucking cares for me. All the people that I love…all the people I consider family and…everyone…just everyone… ” Memories swirled in my head, of smiles, of good mornings, of good nights. “ Nobody cares. ” Tears slid down my eyes. I stumbled back. “ I have no one. ” He ran a hand through his wet bangs, pushing them back as the smugness left his features. “ You have me. ” He said, as quietly as he could. Fire engulfed my veins, and made my heart come to a stop momentarily. I clenched my hands into fists, struggling to form words. He just knocked the breath out of my lungs.