Quotes To Insecure Person Mga Nobela at Kwento

What did I ever do to deserve both of these awesome girls? "The only thing that's wrong here is being insecure…" When Chantal said that, she once again turned her glaring eyes to the two women who tried to shame me publicly. "And letting that insecurity consume you to the point that you want to hurt other people and cause them misery because you yourselves are living miserable lives."

But insecurity does one of two things: It matures. Or it mutates. And one of them— Is about to make a move she never expected. ---

“You act certain until someone asks you what you actually want.” She paused. “That sounds like an insult.” “It isn't.” He took a sip of his drink. “I think you're still figuring yourself out.” “So are you.” He looked at her. “Maybe.” It was the first time Zara had heard him admit uncertainty. “You don't seem like someone who doesn't know what he's doing.” “That's because people don't usually get to see that side of me.” “Why?” “Because once people know you're unsure, they start treating you like you're weak.”

"Of course I am too possessive of people who I consider are mine. So don't even think of changing." ....... [Jacqueline's POV] I know how it feels to never be good enough for someone. How it feels when the people we love don't love us back. Or how it feels when they don't even recognize us. why wouldn't I know? I am A girl who fights her insecurities every day. Who knew better than me, possession is nothing but a feeling of insecurity we develop to deal with our extrinsic circumstances. To fake our insecurities in a wrapped-up great word. But who am I to give someone fake hope.

" 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 .

I feel so bad when she feels sad. I stand there not knowing what exactly I am even doing here. I don't know whether I should go back to my office and continue with my work or perhaps wait until when she gets back. Just when I am turning to go. ..the door opens. *** Hellos, Thanks so much for reading my books . - Ugly and insecure - my roommate wants a piece of me. - The rejected nagin. You can as well recommende then to your friends Thanks.

Then, quieter: "Are you okay? Not just the trial, with the threat and everything." I genuinely thought about it before answering. "I'm fine," I said. "She's insecure and people like that are always saying things." I muttered. "People like that also do things," he countered. "That's why I'm not leaving the security to chance." I looked at the bracelet on my wrist, the wolf charm catching the light from my desk lamp. "I know," I whispered. "Thank you, but I think you should get going." I smiled, stealing a glance at the clock on the wall.

I replied, trying to sound confident, but insecurity crept into every word. “That woman was just lucky in life!” a friend insisted, laughing. “What can she have that you don’t? You are much prettier and smarter!” Her words were an attempt at comfort, but they didn't help me at all. It was like a hole in my stomach was opening, revealing a truth I had been trying to ignore.

Her words struck a chord within me, and I couldn't help but think of my mother even if Lucille’s fortune cookie wisdom quote was a direct jab at Edmond. As she began to fix my makeup, she continued to talk, sharing some invaluable insights about love and relationships. "You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel happy and secure," she said gently, her touch light and comforting. "If someone is causing you pain and uncertainty, it's essential to take a step back and evaluate whether they're truly right for you."

she questioned, seemingly disregarding my assurance. Without replying, I gently drew her closer to the bed, grasping both of her hands. "Let me go!" she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes. Her reaction indicated that this topic had been a source of deep insecurity for her, and my casual jest had inadvertently exacerbated her distress. As I observed her reaction, the thought crossed my mind: 'Men often unknowingly sabotage themselves with their words.' Despite this realization, I chuckled softly. "Why are you being so defensive? Aren't we already engaged?" I murmured, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.