Self-pity Synonym Novels & Stories

Frustrated and downcasted, I pull it out and smash it on the wall, shattering it into a million pieces. Tears trickle down my eyes as the feeling of 'why am I still mateless by this time' engulf me. Everyone is happy with their mates, but I'm right here, hoping and wallowing in self pity, making use of different kinds of vibrators and dildos to calm my nerves; pleasures that I'm supposed to be enjoying from my Kate. What kind of life is this? This feeling is frustrating me terribly, and I don't think I can handle it anymore… Even Jayson's dick isn't satisfying me as before. I'm just so sick of this!

Every time you reach out that hand of yours to help, you are also sharing a part of yourself. "How boring," that's the expression that he's also wearing right now. "I see, you chose to see the better view amidst the odd one, how lame." "YOU---" I clenched my teeth and hands in anger. "How can I expect---" "Until when would you like to let yourself adrift in your ocean of self-pity?" he scowled at me, "You might have not drowned yourself in but you are floating on it, all you see is nothing but the sky. Whenever you reach your arms onto someone while you're on such state, you are only letting them drown in the end!" he fiercely shouted at me. NOTHING but the SKY, huh.

Grateful to be yanked out of this self-pitying mindset that has become far too normal for me. Mr. Hamrington is right. Why am I sitting here crying when I can just get even?

Jenny was staring into my eyes, but I wasn’t in the mood for romantic thoughts. “And everyone around you has seen it. They all know you couldn’t take care of yourself. They saw you needed help from the piece of shit. How can you accept that? You can’t. So you convince yourself the piece of shit only helped you to make himself look good. In fact, you wouldn’t even have needed help if the piece of shit hadn’t got you into this mess in the first place. He shouldn’t be thanked....” “He should be punished?” “Right. He should be punished, and then everyone will know you are better than a piece of shit. Because that’s how people full of self-loathing make themselves feel better, by making others fe

Her eyes wide and filled with confusion. "You don't have to feel pity for me! I don't need your sympathy. Do you think saving a girl from rape gives you right over her? Well no! I can do well on my own and I don't need your support" She didn't know from where it all came from but she knew she was harsh and ungrateful. But she didn't regret it, not even a bit. Her insecurities got the best of her and she really felt like that he was taking advantage of her by helping and all.

Instead, I pushed away from the window and strode toward my study. Shahar followed, leaning against the doorframe as I settled at my desk, flipping open a folder of documents and mindlessly signing them. "So, what, you're just gonna drown yourself in paperwork? Will sadness fix anything?" I flipped a page without looking up. "No, but at least it doesn’t talk back. Enough with the pity party." "You think I pity you?" Shahar scoffed. "I admire you. You’re strong and fearless. But I know you're self-hating. Being sad isn’t going to make it go away."

Far from the comfort of his home, far from the reality of freedom, “I don’t want self-pity,” he says, looking away. "Don't ever start mentioning it." There's pain and bitterness in his voice. I may have considered myself as lonely but the sense of sorrow seeping through his dejected expression is far beyond the truest depth of the word.

"And you're too hard on yourself." "Am I? Because from where I'm sitting it looks like I'm exactly as pathetic as I think I am." Soraya was quiet for a minute and I thought maybe I had finally pushed her away with all my self pity. But then she spoke and her voice was firm. "Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?" "Not really."

Lillian Pov Pain. Everyone has their own definition of pain. Your small toe hitting a wood you didn’t see, your elbow hitting the floor or an iron. Downloading a movie and when there’s just 3 percent remaining to be downloaded, your internet connection disconnected or the pain when your family goes on a trip without you because you committed an offense. Those are all types of pain, but have you felt the type of pain when you are so hopeless and you feel the world has turned against you? The one when you're loved one’s turn their back against you and ignore you? The one when you are drowning in continuous pain and your heart beating loudly against your chest and you can’t do anything to stop

I asked as I took another bite of my food. “Would it be wrong to say I pity you?” Sebastian whispered, his blue eyes staring at me with softness and pity, and I stiffened. “Oh, really?” I muttered, letting out a little breath. Pity; I hated that word. It was the right word to use to describe my state, but I hated it still. It made me feel… incapable, which was ironic since it was true. What kind of mother couldn’t provide for her child? That mother was me. No matter how hard I worked, it wasn’t enough. I was pitiable indeed.