Quotes To Insecure Person Novels & Stories

"It's so embarrassing, I think I'm too corny, I can't stop my mouth ..." I shook my head and kissed his neck while listening to his answer to the interview. She smells so good. "My message would be for all the people who's watching this. I want you to know that .. it's only normal to feel insecure because we're not perfect and there will always be other poeple who are better than us. We can be physically , mentally, emotionally or even financially insecure, but don't let your insecurities eat you up. I know it's easy to be said than done, but trust me, I've been there, too. I've lost myself with that insecurities , too, so I know what I'm saying. So when I said that there's always a beauty i

That I was too much of a coward to let anyone close because they might see the emptiness underneath. Cass stepped forward. "My truth," Cass said. "I am also insecure. I have been easily manipulated my entire life. People have told me I was useless, and I believed them. I let their words shape me, control me, turn me into someone I did not want to be. I justified ruining another person's life because I was too weak to see the truth. I will never forgive myself for that. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make amends, even if I never succeed."

He exhaled, "It's just that... I'm insecure... very insecure and... I know that I don't measure up to you -" "Asher you need to stop saying that, you're perfect ". "I know you tell me that to make me feel better, but I'll always know the truth, and I'll always be insure because I'm dating someone that has the entire world's attention. I'm always gonna be insecure, I'm always gonna feel like I don't deserve you, I'm always gonna feel like you're gonna wake up one morning and not love me again, I'm always gonna feel like your gonna get tired of me ".

Like she had no idea what to actually say or maybe how to put what she has to say. She shrugged, "I'm insecure.... and I love you so much, but I have this weird thing I can't explain... I'm scared if I stand up for someone they'll see how much they mean to me and take advantage of that.. like walk over me the way Simone did..." Oh that fucken got under my nerve, without even thinking, I shot at her, "I am not Simone... and what's the use of treating me like I'll screw up the way your ex did if you'll fuck her anyways..."

I should have known better, however. "I will keep you both safe. You don't have to worry about that." He said reassuringly, and I had no doubts about his ability to keep us safe. "I know that you wouldn't let anything happen to us. It's just that I am worried about you and me." I said, whispering, ashamed of having this conversation. I feel like an insecure child. In a sense, I will always be that insecure child nobody wanted. I feel like I almost trapped him now into a relationship with me. "If it weren't for Winnie, you wouldn't want to be with me."

“He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” Billy exhaled slowly. “It’s okay.” “It wasn’t,” I insisted. “You didn’t deserve that.” He met my eyes. “I understand where it came from.” I frowned slightly. “You do?” “Insecurity,” he said plainly. “It happens when a man feels like he has nothing left to offer his family. When everything he thought defined him disappears.” His words hit closer than I expected. “I’m not saying what he did was right,” Billy continued. “But fear makes people say things they don’t mean.”

That’s the only insecurity I still carry today. I used to be insecure about other things too, like being boring since I didn’t talk much and the only interesting thing I had were my paintings. I was also afraid people would think I was an asshole or cold because I’m guarded at first. I think I was insecure about what other people thought of me. I let out a small laugh and shake my head. Man, how I’ve changed. Now I don’t give a damn what people think of me. I don’t care about strangers or people who don’t matter. I don’t take shit from anyone anymore.

I said, with a disdainful shrug. "Why is this under your skin so much?” I held my stomach with one arm and my elbow in my hand, touching my face then I said, "It's just weird that nobody will talk about your life, not even you." After that last sentence left my mouth, his eyes snapped to me. He squinted his eyes listening to me. Elaborating, I said, "You know most everything about me, but I don't know your past. It makes me feel very insecure." I averted my eyes momentarily, fearing he’d see too deeply inside.

I asked him. He blinked at me. I think he needed to absorb it. Then he smirked. “Then I would be the one to stay away from that person,” he replied as if it is as easy as that. He looked at me. “You can’t really live with insecurities in your heart, Ashanti. Sometimes, you have to have faith in yourself,” he told me. I sighed. “What if you feel really small compared to that person?” I asked. He gave me a look. This time, he looked a bit disappointed and frustrated.

We can't rely on hearsay and speculations! "I don't think any of us wants to pursue any charges against you this time, but I won't be so sure about being lenient the next time you call us for nothing!" The "dancers" wasted no time joining in on the criticism. "Classic projection, much? I think his conspiracy says more about him than about anyone else!" "What do you expect from losers like him? Men like him are always insecure because they know they are at the lowest rung. He would worry about his wife having an affair with a store owner every time she goes out grocery-shopping!"