Self Pitying Meaning Novels & Stories

Nanatili lang siya roon sa harap ko habang pinapanood akong miserableng pinupunasan ang mga luha. "I don't pity you. I'm pitying your eyes. They looked tired. Please stop crying." he said and I laughed. Mabuti nga sana kung mahinang tawa lang iyo ngunit sa sobrang tuwa ko sa sinabi niya ay halos humalakhak na ako.

Ano bang inaasahan ko? But instead of softening, my heart stayed hard and cold. Mahirap man sila… hindi nito nababago kung sino siya. Poverty is not an excuse for everything, I insisted silently, shutting off any hint of pity before it could even start. Maraming mahihirap yung lumalaban ng patas, nagtratrabaho ng marangal, at hindi oportunista.

Her voice asked in a desperate tone. Kumunot ang noo ko at napangisi sa tanong niya. Sino sa atin ngayon ang slut, huh? “What is it to you if we are? Nagseselos ka?” I scoffed. Umiling siya. “I pity you…” what she said, then actually looking me straight in the eye. She looked scared…. But determined. Pity? I don't need her pity for me. I fucking don't. Anong naaawa siya sa’kin? Tsk. Hindi ba dapat sa sarili niya siya maawa? I got the man, she didn't. Poor her. Psalm has a taste, and Mara doesn't have it.