Romans & histoires Talk To Myself

I said to myself while trying to shake off the thought. “What’s ridiculous?” Quim asked. I startled because there he was again and he caught me talking out loud to myself in his kitchen. “Oh, you know me. I always talk to myself,” I answered in a loud voice trying to cover my embarrassment. “Someone’s in your house?” the lady on the video call asked. “Quim,” I gestured to him that someone’s waiting for him on the video call. He was surprised when he realized that he’s not hung up yet.

I’ve been talking to myself too long—now I can’t even tell when I’m thinking or speaking. All my hard work, my promises—blown up by my own goddamn dick.

“And now you are laughing at me. How bold of you” “But you sound so blunt that you would speak what is going on your mind. To think that such person exist…” “I can say the same to you. You are acting mighty with my presence, I am not sure if you are just like that or you are a blinkard that have no brain” “I am surprised by your words but I am afraid that even with your high valued brain and knowledge, you are still lacking in this such as understanding” I may really look like a fool for actually talking to myself but what else canI do? I have someone I am talking to which isn't an imaginary. I maybe somone living alone with solitude but I am not crazy to made up some people that would talk

The cold shover above my ehsd and all the water pouring down on me felt nothing even after I tried to clean his touch away from me. That was the last thing I told myself but even saying that hadn't really affected me that good. I still needed alot if self talk to finally convince musket that I don't deserve either if this and my life nad i deserve alot better then being a person who everyone just kicks and throws back and forth.

“Not wait. Listen. Learn. You’re not the same as before. You have to find your own way now.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Easier said than done.” The voice softened, almost teasing. “When isn’t it?” I glanced at the closed door, at the empty room. Alone with my thoughts and that damn voice that wouldn’t shut up. “Fine,” I said, finally. “I’ll try your way. But if this ends with me still powerless, you owe me a hell of an explanation.” No response, just the low hum of silence. Great. I was officially stuck talking to myself and whatever ghost was living in my head

He was sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard just like me. “Maybe.” I shrugged. “I mean how many times you write in your journal that you feel sad, empty, lifeless, so and so… it’s all the same just different words.” “Then maybe you should talk to someone about your problems.” He said. “I don’t want to.” I refused. “Then at least talk to me.” “No.” “Why?” “You are just a figment of my imagination, remember? So if I talk to you then it means I am just talking to myself.” I said with a sad smile.

That never came naturally. “Damn,” I whisper, still mid-thought, realizing I’ve been saying all of this out loud. A tap on my shoulder jerks me out of my trance. I turn and see my brother, Stephen, standing behind me with that look. “Who in the hell are you talking to?” he asks, one brow raised. I blink. “I was… talking to myself.” He grins. “Well, I’m gonna answer for yourself and say, yes, you need to break up with that man because you’re cheating on him, mentally.”

I told myself while shaking my head. "Not now? What are you saying Artie. I mean am already in the mood for this challenge and you want to postpone it? You really can't do this, I will consider myself a winner if you try to."he said. "Am sorry I didn't mean that. I was talking to myself."I said. "Talking to yourself? Are you crazy?" "Maybe. I might be crazy about you." It escaped my lips. I only needed to tell myself but ended up whispering it out.

I never knew of her plan about the revenge and I never would have known If I hadn't returned. The driver asked where I was headed and I couldn't think of any other place than the park. The serene was calm and peaceful , exactly what I needed in my life right now. I tried resisting the urge to call Simon. What if he had already found out that I'm a Galterio. But that's not possible because no one knows I even exist . What if Aria told him though... No , I doubt that. I ran my hands over my face and dialed his number anyways, I needed someone to talk to.

But I could be wrong, and I hope I’m wrong. I slide my keys into my pocket and begin to follow him into the house. “Did you hear me talking to myself?” I ask, praying he says no. “No.” He quickly answers. “I heard you mumbling but I couldn’t hear what you were saying…why? Should I be concerned?” “Oh! No! Not at all! I just…sometimes I talk to myself and now I feel embarrassed by it.” He slides his keys onto the entryway stand, looking over his shoulder at me. “Don’t feel embarrassed. As long as you don't answer yourself.”