Stop Lying To Yourself Book Novels & Stories

He had to let go of her. Seeing her slender figure disappear in front of his eyes, his face was filled with annoyance and depression. He tried to tell himself, "I should continue to be patient." 'The psychologist said that I need to be patient in order to win.' Liam went to the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm down. Anna ran back to her room nervously. She clenched her hand into a fist and knocked her head fiercely. "Anna, why are you so stupid? How could he possibly keep his promise? How can you trust him?" She stroked her lips with her fingers gently.

If I wаnt something in lіfе, I nееd tо mаkе it hарреn fоr myself. There’s no point waiting аrоund, hоріng that thіngѕ will change. Thаt’ѕ what weak реорlе do. Wіth thаt, I signal fоr mу сhесk, put the рhоnе аwау and touch uр my lірѕtісk. Jessup Lее, here I соmе! [Next POV will be 'Blake' in Chapter 28]

But now I wished I would have paid attention. ‘If they ask something you’re not prepared for, stall.’ Stalling was the main theme this morning. Stalling and waiting for him to intervene. The problem was that it just makes me dependent on someone else. Someone else who isn’t here, just like every other person I’ve depended on. I need to depend on no one. No matter what. I need to learn how to get free, how to be by myself. “I can see why you didn’t want to delay this conversation.” I sit a little taller, focusing on keeping a straight back so I don’t go back to fidgeting. “It’s certainly a lot to think about, though I’ve never disappointed you yet.”

“I hate this. I hate crying. I hate jumping at every sound. I hate that I cannot walk down a hall without checking over my shoulder.” Emily nods, tears shining in her eyes too. “You are not weak. You are traumatized. There is a difference.” I inhale a fractured breath. “How do I stop pretending. How do I stop disappointing everyone.” “By telling the truth,” Emily says firmly. “By letting yourself be taken care of for once.” The words settle like warmth beneath my skin, but they also scare me. If I let myself be taken care of, I will have to admit how shattered I really am.

Destroyed because of years I stole. And for the first time since all of this began... I stopped trying to defend myself. I stopped looking for excuses. I stopped searching for someone else to blame. Because there wasn't anyone else. There was only me. And the truth I had spent years running from finally caught up with me. I broke down completely.

I cocked a brow even though he couldn’t see me. “Huh huh…” He dragged, “Whatever you say, but just know, I’m not buying it.” “I don’t need you to buy it, it’s the truth.” I argued. There was no need to, but for some reason I wanted him to believe it, or maybe I wanted to believe it and convincing him was convincing myself. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, I hope it’s not too late when you finally stop lying to yourself.” He scoffed and I could just picture him leaning against his sofa.

Like me. The ink on the page below began to shift. The parchment itself cracked ever so slightly, as if it were judging the weight of my silence. I slammed the book shut. The cover snapped back to neutral, the glow dimming as the magic preserved my half-truths within. Not flagged. Not yet. But if I tried that again next time, it would bite. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed at the bridge of my nose. Lying to the Bloodpine Alpha was not a habit I wanted to get into. But tonight I couldn’t do it. Not about her. Not about them.

Meaning, it happened to me back in my high school days, sadly, I couldn't stand up for myself, which is why I wrote that and made Joanna speak up and put the teacher in her place. Shit happens in this life, most things you find unbelievable are taking place in areas you don't know about. I'm sorry if it seems disrespectful to anyone, but it's staying that way. If you are confused about what I'm saying, read Chapter 2 (Ignoring Hoes) Thank you. Also, an authors page is coming up after this❤❤ After that, would be the prologue Freshy❤

"But I didn’t cheat. I wouldn’t. You have to believe me." "Believe you?" She let out a hollow laugh. "How could I even trust you ?" I sank to the edge of the bed, hands shaking. I didn't know how to fix this. I needed someone to tell me what to do She was quiet for so long I thought she’d walk out anyway. Then, softly: "Stop lying to yourself." I looked up. "You keep pretending this is about me trusting you," she said, voice raw. "But the problem is you don’t trust yourself. You miss her? Fine. But don’t drag me through it while you figure that out."

“So, what do I do next?” “You stop treating everything and everyone like they are dangerous explosives waiting to detonate and ruin your life. You start living again. You give life a chance. You follow your heart, make stupid, crazy decisions like defending yourself against those who wrong you, and do not feel guilty for even a second. You become selfish with your heart. For the first time in your life.” A lone tear drizzled down my cheek. I let out a nervous laugh before wiping it away fast. “Thanks, Dr. Phil.”