Talk To Myself Novels & Stories

he pointed to my almost empty glass. I pondered, listing all the reasons why I need to stop talking to myself. But I couldn't help but nod as the environment around me became more oppressive and heavy. "Yeah," I said, attempting to maintain a steady tone, "just one more." I would be brave enough to forget for a night if I had one more.

I scratched my head. "Seriously?" He couldn't believe the question. I slowly nodded in response. "So, I still have hope." He said as if he was thinking. I was wondering, is this saying? is he talking to himself or me? Hmm, it turns out we're both the same, you're talking to yourself. "It's not just a joke hahah." Ahh, it turns out I'm the one he's talking to, I thought it was him. It's a shame we're the same thing.

Anna was my one and only. In the quiet moments, when the world ceased to demand my attention, I found solace in talking to myself. It was a way to keep Anna alive in my memories, to relive the moments we had cherished together. I would recall our conversations, the way her laughter tinkled like wind chimes, the feeling of her delicate touch against my skin. It was my way of holding onto her, of carrying her with me in a world where she no longer existed.

He responded but I was to afraid to say hi to whoever was taking in my mind What if I go insane?! "Don't worry Vicky, you are fine. Just say hi to her and get to know her," "O--okay but -- but how do I talk to her?" I asked "Just say hi," "Um hi?" I said but there was no response "You have to like say it silently. Say it like you are inwardly talking to yourself, don't voice it out," "Um okay, " 'Um hi?' I said in my mind while my heart beat accelerated scared out of my mind.

I listen to nature before speaking to my dead self. "You know, I regret taking your life away from me. I am here to say sorry, and I know it is not enough." I pause, trying to gather my strength. "I put many people in trials of having me in their life. I want to move forward. I am afraid of many things in my current situation. You are the reason why I live like this." I talk to myself in tears. "It's your fault for putting me to this, Joanabe. You could have accepted the fact that he is over me. I WANT TO LIVE PEACEFULLY." I yell in frustration as my hand trembles in anger to myself.

,Sam asked confusedly. "You are the one who decides who you want to talk to",said the younger Sam. "Hey, but I didn't choose to come here! I remember fainting and then I am here talking to myself",said Sam frustrated. "You decide who you need to talk to. Last time, you were grieving for your mother, you 'needed' to talk to her. This time you 'needed' to talk to yourself, even though you didn't want to", explained the younger Sam calmly.

'Dearest Jossie. My lips parted as I talked to myself. This is me. I was talking into a mirror. "What did you do?" My voice ripped the halls in a thunder clap. What have I done indeed? My eyes blinked uncontrollably . It felt different this time... At least I thought so. That was until the lights began to follow my eyes.

Ayeeee I feel special. Cringe. I almost facepalm on my corny jokes and lampooning. It was very natural because I'm used to talking to myself. And my corny jokes really help my mental state and my lampooning elevates my mood. It's a necessity for me so that I wouldn't lose my self. Being lonely and alone is different. Nina just think positive thoughts okay?

I say talking to myself. I sit back deciding to have the conversation with myself. I can’t stay silent the whole time; I’ll lose my mind if I don’t talk to him. He’ll tell me to be silent if I’m throwing of his concentration. “Have you ever felt like the world has so much more to offer you?” I ask and already know the answer. He loves to go out there into the world and find more. “I feel like that tonight. I feel like my life wants to give me more.” I say and he smiles again. The only reaction to my words, he’s listening to me and that’s all I need.

I whisper to myself. Immediately. Violently. Preferably with me unconscious. At least there is absolutely no way tomorrow can possibly get worse…Right?