She Tired Of Being Strong นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She has no choice, she has to accept terrible things, she is tired and miserable but no one understands for Sharmaine. “But I will try to be strong, I am not weak, I must be strong.” "I miss my parents." Sharmaine sobbed. She was frightened by the cruelty of this world, she didn't know what to do, she was tired and frustrated. Sharmaine wants to give up everything.

Still allowing her past and fears to rule her present. Weak. She was weak and she was so damn tired of feeling that way. Acting strong didn’t make her so. It just made her an abrasive, standoffish bitch, and she wasn’t proud of that. Thank God her friends—the people who loved her—accepted her, warts and all. She couldn’t even contemplate her life without them. That unconditional love and support.

Her cold and tough heart suddenly softened a little. After she vented her anger, she lost all her strength. She was very tired all over, and she had a feeling of powerlessness in heart. She felt as if she had been forced to run thousands of kilometers with her neck being grabbed by someone, and she was so exhausted that she couldn't even say a word. She was tired, so she wanted to have a good sleep.

She leans forward and takes a deep breath, for a second I can see the old her again, she's not a bad person, neither am I. “If we are going to accept truths then you should drop the weak girl act, you're so far from that. Letting people pick on you and treat you like shit won't bring Tiana back, she's dead. Letting spoiled bitches walk over you isn't making up for her death. You already ditched the nerdy look, might as well go ahead and drop the weak act too.” “But it's not an act it hurts me.”

“They’re not.” Her jaw tightened. “Then explain it.” I didn’t, because I had no idea why that was happening, but I knew one thing. “This shouldn’t be happening,” I said. "Oh great,” she muttered. “Add it to the stupid list.” I watched her longer than I should have. The way she held herself, even now... even like this. She refused to break or bend, and that wasn't strength; that was something else. Something that didn’t fit. “Does it hurt?” I asked.

Not weak. I'd learned better than to mistake quietness for weakness. But tired. She looked like someone who had spent years carrying something too heavy and had finally put it down, only to realize how badly her arms hurt from holding it for so long. And the strangest part was that she wasn't asking us to fix it. She wasn't sitting there waiting for one of us to promise that everything would magically be okay. She'd already made her decision. She wanted to change. She wanted to learn how to fight. She wanted to become strong enough that nobody could ever put their hands around her throat again.

A child who needed comfort and love, not orders. I sighed and bent down to her level, taking her small hand in mine. “You know,” I said softly, “sometimes we don’t have to be strong to be ourselves. And being strong doesn’t always mean fighting or forcing things. Just by trying… by fighting for your life, you’re already strong in your own way.” She blinked at me, her lips parting like she wanted to argue. “But Mama said I’m…” “I’m telling you now that,” I cut her off gently, “you’re strong the way you are.”

Her shoulders dropped, her jaw trembled, her eyes filled up, and the strength she had been using to hold herself together finally gave out like a rope that had been pulled too tight for too long. "I'm so tired." Her voice came out broken and small, nothing like the fierce, defiant woman who had been shouting at me thirty seconds ago. "I'm tired of being scared every day. I'm tired of people getting hurt because of me. I'm tired of waking up every morning and wondering if today is the day someone I care about doesn't come home." The tears spilled over. Not quietly. Her whole body shook with them, and the sound she made was the kind that lives in the throat and the chest at the same time, raw

“And what about people like me?” “You survive,” she said. “Quietly, stubbornly, and with a heart that refuses to die. That’s what makes you stronger than them.” Her words made my throat tighten. “I don’t feel strong,” I admitted. “Strength doesn’t always roar, Lio,” she said softly. “Sometimes it’s just sitting here, eating after a storm.” I managed a small smile. “You always know what to say.” “That’s because I’ve seen you break before,” she said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “And I’ve seen you stand up again every time. You just forget who you are when he’s around.”

‘I know that, but I just want this to be over… I’m tired of being strong. I wished I could tell her I would carry all the burden for her, but I knew I couldn’t. But after all this, I would do everything in my power to make up for all the pain she faced to get us to where we are right now. I would shower and pamper her with all the love and care she deserved. ‘Please don’t give up now. I’m strong because you are.’ I told her. ‘And I am because of you.’ I heard her take a deep breath before she spoke again. ‘Enough of my pity party! I’m ready to fight.’