Sane Insanity Mga Nobela at Kwento

Like the compass that always points towards North, his feelings would mold in such a way making him consider Sheharzaad innocent in each case, in every circumstance. She was still unreachable as she was since the day one. She had something in her which kept on attracting him towards her no matter what happens. He liked her. No. He was obsessed with her. Rather this wasn't the case either.... He loved her. Loved her so much that her thought of going away from his life, made his mind go insane. If she left him now, then no way, would he be able to remain sane for more than two days. She has become his sanity.

Can’t he just talk normally? His relentless provocations are draining my sanity. His infuriating behavior threatens to consume me; patience is my only refuge. -o0o-

I ask her. “You’re crazy! She’s crazy! She’s as crazy as our Alpha is. Can’t you see it? He was going feral and now that they’ve mated, she’s going feral too! Am I the only one who sees this?” Penelope yells. I look around the room, noting the very few people who look concerned. “Am I? Am I going feral?” I ask. I turn and look at Penelope. “Do you know what would make me feral?” I ask her, my voice remaining calm.

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

He’d been down here slumming it for who knows how long, and now his sanity was being questioned. “Are you all crazy? Can’t you see... I mean, it’s obvious...” He didn’t want to say something that would make him look as insane as he felt. His eyes were darting around, looking for something. A face who would see reason? He returned his maddened gaze to Marv, leaning forward.

“If that’s not insanity, then I don’t know what is.” He scoffed, his frustration rekindling in response to her explanation. “So, you think I’m insane because I offered to help you get back at your cheating ex-spouse? That’s a pretty flimsy reason.” She shrugged again, her expression unapologetic. “Maybe it is,” she conceded. “But, I still stand by what I said. You’re indeed insane, and you’re proving it quite well.” His jaw tightened at her response. “I will never accept that I’m insane. What I am is intelligent and cool, and that’s not insanity,” he retorted.

Like, yes I’m mad about what they just did but I can’t just leave the house? Where am I gonna go? I don’t have a place to stay. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much? She won't drive me away from the house, right? She opened my door harshly and looked at me with madness in her eyes. “M-mom,” I said in a small voice. She is still staring at me sharply. Like a lion looking at its prey. Mom is really scary when mad. “M-mom, you can’t expect me to just accept your decisions especially that my future is at stake.” I reasoned out. I didn’t mean to shout at them. To argue with them, I was just blinded by my feelings that is full of hatred.

At that time, she felt like there wasn't a single sane person around her. And now, Bianca, who was even more sober than her, was facing... wasn't it a situation devoid of sane people? Not only did she feel repulsed, but she also felt like this situation was driving her crazy.

[Hyacinth] "Cindy, are you sure," Slate looks concerned. Very concerned. "What makes you think it is insanity and not something else?" "Well I have been under a lot of stress lately," I start to ramble, "and some of the things I'm hearing and seeing and remembering make no sense. My best explanation is that none of it is real, except in my mind."

Stupid, reckless, and lack of sanity. Those words were like a cycle in my mind as the water came running all of my skin along with the moon's faint light. As bright as the night light, it was my own doom. I had to be out of my mind as soon as I dived into the unknown water without second thoughts. I was sure one had to be insane between the both of us. I wondered if it would be me who dared to save a suicidal person or a suicidal person who did not think at all while I was by his side?