Self-sabotaging Book Novels & Stories

The fear of one day losing her and the happiness she brought into my life. According to Tyler and Zak, I'm the king of self-sabotage, something I didn't even know was a thing, but now that I look back on it, it is hitting the nail on the head. I had to lose her to realize what she really meant to me, but I'll never let that happen again. Now that I have her promise to give me another chance or to at least let me try to earn it, there's no way I'm going to lose her again.

I forced myself to sit up while Moore reflected on my words. “I understand Moore. I know the difference that is tearing you up inside. It feels like you are on the ground, unable to move or do anything and everyone has their hand outstretched but it is not easy to accept your flaws and admit you need help. To give control to someone else and relearn the process” I informed him. Moore took a step away from me. “Just like me; In this situation. You keep trying to help yourself and keep self-sabotaging. Because you refuse to accept the help that you feel cannot completely help you heal.” We locked eyes and he pulled me up.

it had coffee brown pages and if I knew anything that book was going to get me wrecked and I wasn’t ready for another heartache I bought the book anyway along with a small notebook, and left the store with a paper bag in one hand and a strange weightlessness in the other. why do I always know what's bad for me but still end up going for it. was this another form of self harm? or rather another form of sociopathy? I had so many questions but so little answers I ended up at a nearby café with outdoor seating. It was nearly empty, save for a couple whispering across a candlelit table and a man reading alone near the back.

I tried many times to walk through the gates, but there was always something there keeping me from coming out, and each time I forced my way out, her prediction came true: I would fall into a deep slumber until the night arrived. I slowly lost my mind; I drowned myself in alcohol and lost my purpose in life. Writing this book for future generations to see is the only thing keeping me sane now; nothing makes sense anymore. I hope someone finds it and cares enough to want to know what I'm about to write on this next page." “And that's it,” I said, flipping the pages of the book to see if there were more writings, but it was just blank pages until the end. “That's such a mysterious story,” Clar

“You don’t have a choice. This isn’t about you anymore. It’s about saving this family. And right now you may not want to do it, but you will do it because I am ordering you to.” “You can bark orders all you want. I’m not your dog to command when you feel threatened.” “You’re just like your goddamn mother.” He pounds his fists in the desk The room goes dead quiet. Sophie goes rigid beside me. I feel the blood drain from my face. “I’m nothing like her,” I say, and my voice comes out low and shaking. “I didn’t abandon my children.” He laughs, a short, ugly sound. “No. You just threw your whole future away over what? Some selfish ambition? Because you don’t want to marry this guy all of a sudden

Gail, steady and insightful, became his sounding board, gently challenging excuses and encouraging self-reflection. Tshepo began documenting his journey in a journal, tracking both setbacks and small victories. He wrote about mornings when he resisted temptation, nights when he spent quality time with family instead of chasing empty thrills, and moments of clarity where he recognized patterns of self-sabotage. Each entry, though sometimes painful, served as a mirror—forcing him to confront truth and measure progress.

Though something in her other mind had tried to refute the admission of such about herself, her brain had strongly processed the self-sabotage it wanted to believe. She had been trying to feel better and improve her mood. She had no idea what to do to make herself feel better, making continuing her ongoing book even harder. She had no one to talk to, no family to confide in, and could not tell the only friend she had. She was just sad on her own. Worst of all was that she didn't even know how to make herself happy and get over the negativity that she had been feeding herself with.

My head was spinning in the wrong direction and honestly I just needed someone to tell me the truth that I was being paranoid instead of coating it for me. "I don't think it's going to last before he reverts to who I already expect him to be. You can say that he is the best thing to happen to me but honestly do you think we can keep up with that? I know that I might be self-sabotaging whatever it is that we have together but can you blame me?" I picked my nails refusing to look her in the face since I didn't go to work today. I just didn't want to be in his presence or feel so stripped off of whatever protective guide I had built around myself.

A Publisher. I had thought I was being clever with my "Tia-bagging" pun. It was classic Greg - deflect with humour, lower the stakes so rejection doesn't sting as much. But now, looking at her photo again, I realised I was just an idiot. Why did I have to be so stupid? Self-sabotage was my superpower. I clicked her message. TiaRose98: 'For a first impression, that was certainly... ballsy. But for the record, I prefer my tea without the extra baggage. Try again, Greg. Without the anatomy lesson this time.'

Only two seem to be nonfiction and self help books, yet when i check what content they will be self helping me with i feel surprise running through me. "The delicate art of seduction and manipulation." I fling that one to a corner of the room and pick up the other. "How to make men beg for a chance to fuck you." I fling that one even harder and it joins its partner on the floor near my wardrobe. There are four remaining. Four novels which I have two days to myself to devour. The smile that works its way up my face is radiant. I'm going to have such a good time.