Tidak Mudah Menjadi Aku Novels & Stories

Like building stamina and trying to develop my gift. Just more failure and I feel it’s all getting to me. The dark empty loneliness in my head, telling me I’m not good enough and never will be. I don’t feel like being a wolf comes naturally, and somehow being in human form is easier, which is probably normal considering we spend the first part of our life that way. I just thought it would be a fluid transition, with few bumps, like learning to float by jumping in the deep end.

’𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊, ’ 𝙸 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙�

mushkil ho gaya khud ko kaise How did it become difficult for me pahachaanuu main pahachaanuun to recognize myself, to recognize myself din kaTta hai kaTte na raatiya I endure the daytime; the nights are endured kis se kahuun main ye saarii baatiyan To whom can I tell all these things? guDiyaa Doll man men tarangen uTHne lagii hain Waves have begun to roll through my mind yeh kaisii yeh kaisii

I walked towards the bed and sat down heavily. I stared at my hands. "What did you expect?" I whispered to myself. Maybe I had gotten too excited. Maybe I had allowed myself to believe that things could suddenly become easy just because I wanted them to. I had forgotten that life didn't work that way. There were always obstacles, always something standing between me and what I wanted. I wiped my cheeks again. "One grade," I whispered. It sounded ridiculous. It was just one grade, one subject, one requirement. But right now, it felt like the biggest thing in the world.

Be your own friend. It’s a tough reality, but you will never be able to make everyone like you, no matter what you do. But look on the bright side: No one else can do it, either. So accept the twinges that will inevitably come when you realize you haven’t made a connection with someone, and focus instead on a goal that will take you further toward being the kind of person you want to be—learning to like yourself, flaws and all. Alot of people don't know how to be their own friend and get a lot of challenges

For the person I still believed I could become, even if getting there was harder than I'd ever imagined. Even if some days, like today, I wasn't sure I was making any progress at all. But I'd keep trying. That had to count for something.

one day. I could become someone like that too.

“You don’t even know me, Nash. And as much as you may want to get to know me…it’s not easy for me to just let people in.” He stepped closer, the heat of his body almost sinking into my soul as a small gasp escaped my lips. “Sometimes the hardest things in life are the things worth fighting for.”

I wish change was easy. It definitely wasn’t easy on me. I was about four months pregnant now, and I still hadn’t gotten used to it. It felt like a constant battle inside my body, but I was beginning to understand that change, especially the kind that came with being a mother, wasn’t meant to be easy. It was a journey, and I had no choice but to walk through it—no matter how hard it was.

Him genuinely not understanding. "They've been many, so I'm really not surprised," I shrug as if it was normal. Which it kinda was in a way, I'm always the target and I don't know why. It's like I'm the easiest to blame, the easier one to make the bad guy. It's frustrating, tiring and it's worse when you're someone who's struggling to get back on their feet- it makes you feel like giving up. Like it's not worth it anymore.