She Tired Of Being Strong Novels & Stories

she breathed, suddenly forgetting all her pains and troubles. “It’s been years since I felt this amount of air,” she breathed out, and tears threatened to drop down from her eyes. “I thought I would never be able to feel this good again,” she sniffed, trying to fight back her tears, which were begging to fall. “I can’t be weak now; I need to be strong till the end,” she assured herself. To her, this wasn’t the right time to show her weakness. “If I want to deal with Sofia for doing this to me, then I have to be strong,” she felt anger, suddenly building in her as she spoke.

I state as tears fill my eyes again. “But dying isn’t the solution. We are put on this earth to deal with our pain so that it can make us stronger. If we all gave up so easily then nothing would ever get accomplished in this world” I plead for her to hear me on this. Suddenly she shoves me forward as her tears freeze. I’m so shocked by the strength she shows that I fall right on my ass as I stare at her in disbelief.

No bathing suits for me this year I guess. Teighlor and I sat on the couch together and I leaned on her shoulder. She said I was strong but I wasn't. I really was weak. I had let some guy drive me so far down that I broke my promise to my best friend. I was weak for feeling so upset over the fact that I really meant nothing to him if he could so easily cheat on me and get with someone else the same day he left me. I was weak for letting him always sweet talk his way back into my life. I was weak for always believing his lies. I was just weak. I started to feel tired and I could hear my best friend snoring. It had been a long day. I closed my eyes and prayed silently for good dreams.

Scared that my younger brother would attack me again and as always, I would be helpless to do nothing other than to watch as he bashed my face in, the only difference that I would heal faster, giving him more room to cause more pain. I lay on my bed feeling tired and exhausted. I wondered if it was all really worth it. All these struggles, the pain, I could still recall how the poison had gnawed at my insides on that dreadful night. I had long healed but even now, I could still feel my gut clench in pain when I recalled the experience yet, I ended up being the loser. I once heard that one of the signs of a strong person is knowing when to give up. Perhaps it is time for me to give it all up?

What kind of life did she have left… What kind of life did she have left, that could let her hate and resent Gina? Then, this hatred and resentment, could she not hate and resent anymore? Today, she had mustered up all her courage to fight, but in the end, she was so tired that she had no strength to fight. Milan, I give up, I will not fight anymore, I am so tired that I have no strength left, I have no strength left to fight, no more.

She is tired of not fitting anywhere, she is tired of this pathetic lifestyle. "The same news every day…… "All I wish for is to be like a normal she-wolf just like my agemates," She grits her teeth as her heart breaks into pieces with the word hitting her deeper into her soul. She felt a needle prickle her skin as she noticed the pain was too heavy for her to bear, a sob escaped her lips. Forcefully shaking her head she struggled to keep her emotions in check and focused on the idea of breaking out of that truck.

“How did it get this bad?” She shook her head, tears welling up again. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I wish I could be different, Char. I wish things could be different. But no matter how hard I try, I just… I can’t stop. I keep going back to it.” Her words broke my heart. I knew her life hadn’t been easy, but I never wanted this for her. “You’re stronger than this,” I said gently. She gave a hollow laugh. “I’m not.”

"So give them the why." She looks at me across the counter. Something behind her eyes that is not sadness exactly. Something older than sadness. "She would have liked you," she says quietly. "She had no patience for men who performed strength. She always said real strength is quiet." I hold her gaze. Do not look away. "She sounds like someone worth knowing," I say. Sophia nods. Looks back down at her soup. "Tonight," she says again. Firmer this time. Like a decision already half-made just waiting for the rest of her to catch up.

we decided to take the wrong path. "I feel ashamed asking for forgiveness when I know I don't deserve it when I know she won't forgive me...forgive us...but Vicky...I am tired...I want to live again but I can't...I'm not strong likeher...I'm not strong Vicky...I'm not strong" I could feel the wetness seeping through my shirt as she cried harder.

She yelled. She thought there was power in yelling. As if yelling ever did anything, the strongest people would be on top of their lungs right now. I watched her hands drop next to her body, shaking. She was devastated and she didn't even know how to hide it. I love to prey on people like this. They are weak as fuck. Becky was that weak woman portraying herself as strong. “I know you did this and I don't know how or who helped you because I know you are not capable of something like this.”