Novel & Cerita Stop Self-sabotage Book

"* At the time, he had scoffed to himself. No book could fix what was broken within him. And yet, here he was. Three a.m. and awake, insomnia gnawing at his chest like it had a tendency to do. He had poured himself a glass of scotch—his second—and sat in the armchair by the window. The book was next to him, not opened. The city stretched below like a painting, but it was cold. Dead. Like him. He opened the cover. The first few pages were dull. He scanned more than he read, unengaged. But when the story got underway, something odd occurred. He slowed. The old man in the story—grumpy, bitter, mad at the world—wasn't just recognizable. He was *him*. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, the wor

"How could I lie about something like that? Did Joanne put this in your head? She's just jealous, River. Women are vindictive when they're jealous… Maybe she said I didn't save you, but losing my uterus is a fact you can't deny!" River's laugh was icy, stripped of all emotion. "And are you sure your uterus was taken out because of that accident? Or was it because of your chaotic lifestyle in college—because you believed multiple abortions would help you lose weight? Did you deliberately get pregnant over and over until your uterus deteriorated so badly it had to be removed?" At that, he reached into his jacket, pulled out a file, and tossed it onto the table. The truth was written in black a

But I know one thing that his continuous playing with my mind will make me lose my sanity instead. Last night I couldn't get one wink of sleep. I kept on thinking about what he did. He looked so manly yet so gentle at the same time. I can't forget how his actions kept on ruining my focus. Damn this love. Why did I even start loving someone that can't be mine? And now that someone is playing with my sanity every second. How much my heart kept on begging me to give up and accept him. But I can't. I can't betray my uncle and aunt they had trusted me more than myself. I can't be selfish. I need to find his illness than have to do anything to heal it. I need to bring our cold yet caring Lucifer o

“Ah that sure was refreshing, too bad I didn’t get to see that beautiful lady. She was really pretty with her glasses and her hair tied like that, She’s exactly my type of girl. Oh well, that’s too bad, I should go to the supermarket the-” OW...AAH... Accidentally bumping to someone after talking to myself is really kind of embarrassing ugh. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I’m walking-” “Ah it’s the beautiful glasses lady” he thought to himself while being flustered. “It’s okay, I only fell down. Well then, see you later glasses lady.” “Ah you too? What? Glasses lady? Me?” “Aargh, that was so embarrassing, I’m never going to do something like that again.”

I know it seemed like a long shot but hope was all I had at this moment. Looking back at Fredrick, I saw him focusing hard on the man in front of him. I knew he could feel that I was on to something- he had a way of reading me even if a million other things were happening all around him. Looking at him made me determined, we would survive this. I counted to three before I started the only plan I could come up with under this much pressure: I went around and pushed the imposter straight into Fredrick before running at full speed to the rock.

"I Cured myself of the 'Origin' delusion. I didn't 'Abandon' you; I Liquidated the Noise so I could finally offer you a 'Safe' future. And now, I’m offering you the Ultimate Recovery" The book lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Logic hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Numbed. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into "Regulated Stability." My rage was being turned into "Frustration-Tolerance"; my love was being turned into "A Social-Support Variable". "Hope, the starlight... it’s Turning to Plastic!"

And so do I. Barnaby watches us both carefully, gauging our reactions. “This is where the real work begins,” he says. “You’ve both acknowledged the dysfunction, now it’s time to dismantle it. Piece by piece.” Winona nods. “I’m ready,” she says quietly but firmly. I nod as well, feeling a new determination settle in. “Me too.” “Good,” Barnaby smiles. “Then let’s get to work. Sometimes you won’t know what the answers are. But you just show up anyway and do the work. Also, what happens in this room stays in this room.”

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.

“Disappointed because you did almost something you didn’t want to or because you knew, deep down, that you’ve been wanting it more than pretty much anything else?” “Both, I guess.” I shrug, my gaze drifting to the grain of the wood on the coffee table. “I don’t know, it’s just… It failed the first time. Why let it fail again via a natural course when I can just ruin it all myself from the get-go, right?” Leah’s laughter is soft. “Abby, you can’t just self-destruct every time you’re worried you might get hurt.” I let out my own wry chuckle. “Why not? It feels safer this way.”

When I said that, Jeffrey looked surprised for just a second, but then he composed himself and gave me a book. "This is the medical book you wanted. While you were sick, I made a copy for you." I grabbed the book fast, scared that I might start crying at any moment. Back in my room, I looked through the copied book, touching the confident writing. There was only one copy of this medical book in the entire world, and it was kept by a collector. The borrowing process was difficult, and anyone who got it had to return it within a day. Jeffrey probably stayed up all night to copy it.