Talk To Myself Novels & Stories

“I want to start my own jewelry business. Be my own boss and be rich enough to have time to write the novels in my head.” “Wow.” “I’ve never been brave enough to say that out loud. Only to my brain. I’m one of those rare people who talk to themselves and my brain actually talks back to me like it has its own opinions and stuff. I know I sound cra—” “I’m exactly like you.” He said as he suddenly held my hands on the table. “I mean I talk and fight with my brain too. Oh my God, I haven’t told anyone that coz when I told my mom she said never to tell anyone about it until I was better. She sent me to Shrinks.”

It got pretty lonely in that cell and talking to yourself just isn't the same as talking to you. I don't want to be technical, given everything which has happened, but I am your wolf. I am your wolf and I am part of you which means, when you speak to me, you are actually speaking to yourself. Oh shut up you smartass. I'm not in the mood for clever answer like that right now. Just know that I have missed you and I'm glad you're back.

I just keep getting stronger and stronger every day. Everyone hates to be alone , and I get that – but when you are alone you tend to talk to yourself , you tend to give your advice. By talking to yourself , you start building your personality – you begin to stand firm on what you believe and who you are. For the first time in a while , I can openly say that I am alone and I am loving it.

She looked at me angrily and said to me: You are really crazy and you will destroy everything. I was going to speak again, but I was interrupted by the entry of Ayden, who I had never sensed his coming, and began to look around him, then said with astonishment and asked: With whom were you talking specifically? I heard you talking to someone, am I sure of that? I lay down on the bed and then said to him coldly: Yes, that's right. I was talking to myself. Does this concern you with something and I don't know or what?

I reply as I open the door. We left the mental health institute. I’m starting to fear myself. Something is wrong with me. ‘Don’t worry Kill, we can fix you up.’ A voice in my head says. We walk out the hospital and into the car park. “I’m sure we can fix me up,” I say. “Who are you talking to, darling?” my Mum asks. “Myself... I am messed up. People always say if you talk to yourself, it’s a sign you’re going crazy.” I explain.

Everyone in my world inherently understood. "I wouldn't say we 'talk' in the way you're probably imagining," I began, selecting my words carefully. "It's more like... an internal dialogue, I guess. When I'm trying to stay calm or focused, sometimes I'll talk to myself, which in essence is talking to him." Lexi let out a low whistle. "Wow, this is a lot to absorb." I glanced over at her and shrugged. "For you, it's a new universe to explore. For me, it's just Tuesday."

I’d give anything to have the leg up he has in life. “You can lose your family in the blink of an eye; why take him for granted?” But my silent bathroom painted the deepest shade of blue-gray with white accents doesn’t seem to have any answers, and I question if I’m crazy for talking to myself. It’s a question to save for later. For now, I turn off the water and step out onto my gel bathmat while pulling my towel around myself. At the mirror, I swipe away the steam and continue talking to myself. “You’re such a mess. You’re going on a date with that motherfucker. Pull it together, missy.”

Well if you figure out the surprise you'll know why I insisted and I'll be less creepy to you. I scoffed and returned my gaze to window. Why not just tell me! I fold my arms and think. Ugh I have to think this one out loud. How embarrassing. I hate how I have to talk to myself outloud to process important shit. Living on your own since 8 years old and not trusting anyone will do that to you. I think I'm insane. Sorry baby. Your mommy is a nutcase and your father is probably going to kill us both. Welcome to earth

I muttered to myself, chuckling a bit. "Day one's out of the way at least" I said to myself. It's becoming a habit to talk to myself often, I found it weird sometimes, but who cares? I laid on my bed, thinking of so many things at once, before drifting into a short sleep. ****