Selfish Self Insert Novels & Stories

“ im saying you shouldnt have to sacrifice everything just to feel like you are doing enough.” the shame hits fast and mean— like an old shadow rising from the floor. Selfish. That's the word that tries to latch onto me.the one i shove down hard enough to bruise. i shake my head. “ you dont get it.” “ then explain it to me,” he presses softer but more intense. i feel the sting of tears i refuse to let fall. “ i dont want to.” a beat stretches between us— long stretched thin trembling like a wire about to snap.

Even after escaping him, pieces of his control still remained inside me. Zephyr stayed quiet for a moment while looking at me. It felt like he could see every ugly little fear buried beneath my skin. The fear of disappointing people. The fear of becoming a burden. The habit of shrinking myself just to keep everyone else comfortable. “You’re not selfish,” he said finally. His voice stayed soft but firm. “After everything you survived, you have every right to put yourself first.” I sighed tiredly. “It doesn’t feel that way.” My eyes drifted toward the busy road again.

"What if you said no? I didn't wanna look like an idiot." His heart was thumping loud enough to hear. I slipped my hand into his. We looked at ourselves in the mirror, and I whispered, "Thank you." He glanced at me, surprised. Then flashed that easy smile. "You're welcome."

Tears leak out of my eyes as I spit another one of my memory in his face without having control over what I am saying. “ I—I don’t need to fear anything because you are always there for me. I am not stupid enough to love you selflessly! I am selfish and I want to use you. I want to be happy and I want you to continue making me happy even if you have to be miserable yourself by staying alive and dealing with all the fucking mess you have created. I need to breathe, I want to live not just fucking get by every day praying that the sky falls over and I die…I don’t want that life anymore. I selfishly need you for that and that’s why I fucking love you so damn much because you are the only person

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.

I had to do this for your future I know you love me but loving me doesn't mean not loving yourself. Yes Andro just look in the mirror and see...just check your financial statements and see...see your stock price and see...see your soul and you will realise you have killed everything just for me. I don't want this I want my old ambitious positive fun-loving Andro back. I hope you can give him back to your mother and me. I promise to take care of myself. Don't worry I will be strong and overcome all these problems on my own. Only I can help myself now

more or less. I'm selfish and all... I know... I don't mind being the bad guy...I can be the bad guy than the good guy who end up regretting everything.

We fight for balance, for what is fair, not for blind hatred. For the first time in days, I feel like I know what I need to do. I have always been a selfish person. I think about myself first, and I never see anything wrong with that. But now, the selfish part of me hates that I have let so many people down. It burns in my chest, this weight of knowing I broke the trust of the ones who mattered the most. I need to fix what I have broken. I need to become someone they can trust again. And I will, no matter how far I have to go or what it takes to make things right.

"What is it about you that makes you think that you're an asshole? What makes you okay with thinking that about yourself?" She sits forward slightly, I remain reclined back in my seat. "I'm a very selfish person, I'm not known for being kind or considerate towards other people unless I get something out of it. And I'm comfortable with it because it takes the pressure off of me" I reason with her. Suddenly it seems to click with her, and she nods as she writes some words down on her page.

The others fell in line. “I'm done eating,” I announced and was standing up. “Freya,” Tobias came after me. “I can't eat there, the place is too—- not what I'm used to,” I told him. “Am I really that selfish?” I asked him as we climbed up to his room. “Every living organism is selfish,” he explained, “it's self-love, and if we don't have that, others will trample on us.” “I think mine is too much,” I muttered.