Self Pity Quotes Novels & Stories

I said desperately. "No, and I'm Sorry Yumi, Please fix yourself and move-on." Huling sabi niya at saka tumalikod at lumabas na ng pintuan. I pity myself. I'm bitter. I'm Obsessed. Pero napangiti ako nang maalala ko ang sinend kong pictures kay Quinlee kagabi. Pinahid ko ang mga luha sa mata ko. "Wala ka nang babalikan Zik." bulong ko.

pagpapaliwanag ko. “Unfortunately, I donʼt typically believe on that quote. All my life, I didnʼt felt that I had been in the top. For me, I can definitely define that life is survival. You have to do something to survive in this complicated world. Even you have to do something bad that can harm a personʼs feeling,” pangangatuwiran nito sa akin, saka bumuga ng hangin. “I wish I didnʼt exist on this world. Even if I exist, I wish I have died back then. Iʼm tired on how to deal with my problems. It bring me too much pain thatʼs why sometimes I want to give up.”

I told him up front since I really hated it when people look at me with pity, as if my situation isn't that hard enough. I really hate it when people look at me pitifully. It just makes me want to puke since hindi ko naman kasi kailangan ang simpatya nila. After all, sympathy is a knife; not to mention na may mga taong dadagdag lang naman sa mga iniisip at pinag-aabalahan ko. He nods before focusing on the road as he gently reaches for my hand and caresses it, as if he's assuring me that he's just near and here.

Hindi niya alam kung ano ang sasabihin at higit-higit niya rin ang paghinga, natatakot siyang baka siya ang magkamali at siya pa ang maging rason na lumala ang sitwasyon. "Mom," Chloe cried. "I'm sorry for making you cry again. Hindi ko na lang talaga alam ang gagawin ko. I'm very unhappy, ni hindi na ako nakakatulog ng maayos sa gabi. I just want to cry everytime, hoping my pain will ease a bit... but nothing happens." Itinuro nito ang dibdib. "It just hurts so much. Pakiramdam ko ay lahat ng tao ayaw sa akin, pakiramdam ko ay wala akong kwentang tao..." Halos naiyak din ang mga taong nakasaksi sa pangyayaring iyon.

Hindi ko sya hinarap dahil hindi ko kakayaning makita sya, mas lalo ko lang sisisihin ang sarili ko. "Fuck, why are you crying?!"

Hindi ko namamalayan na umiiyak na pala ako. ‘Tαng ȋnα, kalalaki kong tao, umiiyak?! Napakagαgό naman oh! Pinaandar ko na ang kotse para makauwi na. Pero habang nasa daan, paulit-ulit kong narinig ang mga sinabi nila. Galit at may pangungutya. Well, I’m sorry, I guess? “I’m sorry for being born.” The road is empty—a perfect place to hit the max speed and get lost.

No one is immune to the ravages of it, grief will always overpower. Kaya ngayon, babalik ako. Madalas ayaw kong nakikinig sa kanya noon, but I listened anyway. Ngayon, pinipili ko ito. Baka lang naman, may kakarampot pang espasyo sa aking sarili na gustong matuto . . . kung sakali mang mayroon pa akong hindi alam. Holy Mary, did I just say that? Our conversation can be a perfect meme, though. But only for the people who doesn't prefer too much humor.

Hindi ako dapat maging emotional eh dahil trabaho lang naman yun. "It's okay to have moments of weakness, it's okay to cry, it's okay to breakdown. But don't forget to remind yourself that you have to get up and move forward. Remind yourself that you are strong. You are still young, you have so much to offer. Someone out there will appreciate and cherish you for who you are. Don't mourn for someone who's okay with losing you." Matagal akong hindi nakapagsalita. Nakuyuko lang ako pero patuloy na nag-uunahan ang mga luha sa aking pisngi.

Pinahid ko ang luha ko sa pisngi ko. "Lucien..." napahalakhak ako ng mapait pagkabanggit ko sa pangalan nito. "You've made me realise two things. First, never cry for someone who hurts you, smile and say thanks for helping me realize I don't even need you. Second, I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel..." "You? You have no idea how worthless and unwanted you made me feel. "

Pero ako, wala man lang nagawa para sa kanya. "I'm fucking useless. God....bakit niyo hinayaan na mamatay si Cayden? Bakit hindi na lang ako?" Naiiyak na kausap ko sa taas. "Bakit hindi na lang ako ang kinuha niyo? Why do I have to suffer like this? Why do I have to feel this kind of pain? Kahit konti man lang ay hindi nababawasan ang sakit. Pakiramdam ko ay nadadagdagan pa yun.