Tired Being Alone Quotes Novels & Stories

Then she turns to look at me, sadness filling her eyes. "I don't want to die alone." She mutters. "I know that sounds stupid to you but I'm scared of dying alone. You are young. And you have options. And you have a bunch of men catcalling you on the road and makes and everywhere you go. But I don't have that. No one wants you when you are this old. Men view you as used goods. They are only attracted to young and fresh women. That's why I can't leave your dad. I know that it's impossible to find another man after him. I don't want to have breakfast alone. I don't want to go to the mall alone. I don't want to go to parties alone. I don't want to eat alone at the dinner table. And at the end of

“You’ve… been tired a lot recently.” Three weeks straight I’ve been sleepwalking through life. Since leaving Ocotillo Valley behind. I managed to be upbeat through rehearsals since the guys were giving me shit about my “marriage”. I got to pretend for a little bit I was happy and in love. Every night I returned home alone, though, was a reality check. I am once again alone. What makes this version of alone worse though is I was so close to not being alone. There was a possibility my life was about to change.

“I want to be alone. Get away from me.” My voice cracked, breaking into an ugly sob. “I want to be alone… please… leave me alone… leave me… alone.”

My phone buzzes. Alex, again. Alex: You okay? Haven’t heard from you. I type before I can think too hard. Me: Yeah. Just working late. The dots appear. Alex: You don’t have to do everything alone. I stare at that longer than necessary. He’s right. And also missing the point. Me: I know. I’m not alone. Just… figuring out what’s mine. There’s a pause. Then: Alex: Fair. I smile small, tired, real.

Waking up late the next morning due to no alarm being set on a phone, I had taken my bath and dressed up only to feel nauseous. “Is something bad about to happen?” I asked, but dismissed the thought, especially since I was no fortune teller. “Are you going now?” Quinn asked from the sofa as I descended the stairs, and I nodded. “Gosh, I miss you so much whenever you're not around. I hate being lonely,” she told me with a frown, and I smiled. “Then get yourself a job, it is that easy.” “Are you mocking me?” She asked, and I shrugged.

Anastasia's breath came out in a whoosh as she said, “Dara, I can't believe you still haven't figured out what I meant, despite the hint I just gave you.” Idara shrugged a shoulder. “Well, I'm not a mind reader, so whatever it is, spill it already.” Anastasia shook her head in self-pity. “Actually, what I'm trying to say is that, in spite of my dashing looks and my astounding talents, the fact that I'm still single and lonely baffles me big time.” “No, you're not.” Idara disagreed at once. “I mean, yes, you are single, but definitely not lonely. Remember, Jesus Christ, our Lord and personal Saviour, is always there for you, dear. So cheer up, babe. It's all good.”

I am aware that some are already asleep by this time but sleepiness is not approaching me. I decided to get my diary and write what happened on my day. Dear diary, It is undeniably a long and tiring day yet I am still awake. I am not just physically tired but also mentally and emotionally. I’m drained and I don’t know how to get back. I badly want to be alone but I know... I just really want to be found. Save me... those were the words I wanted to shout yet I know, no one is willing to save me. They would not save me. I am lost. Please... hear me. Yet many are deaf. Please... look at me but they were all blind.

His hand moved to her hair, stroking it softly in a familiar, comforting gesture. For a moment, she leaned into it. But then she sighed again, her shoulders slumping. "Dad… I won’t lie to you," she began, her voice cracking slightly. "I’m tired." He frowned faintly, concern flickering across his face. "I’m tired of being alone," she continued, her voice softer now, more vulnerable. "No boyfriend… no husband… no real friends. It’s just me. Always just me. It gets… lonely." Her words lingered in the air.

“In the last week, we’ve been too busy with work and haven’t even had enough time to spend together. I kind of miss a few things. Even during break, we don't speak to each other then when it's nighttime, I'm usually asleep by the time you're done with work. Working so much is making us seem far apart.” “We can’t be far apart. I think about you every fucking time and being so close to my office, your scent just swims around my office room. The only reason I'm not able to talk to you during breaks is because you're always with your friends, you don't think of me like I think of you every time.” he was being pouty again and it just made him look like a really cute big baby. "I'm always bored an

Because I can’t be alone. I can’t afford to be alone, sadly. No one will be proud of my achievements. No one will walk when I graduate. I have nothing to call Mom and Dad whenever I have a problem. I can’t help but to question the God above. “Why has my life been like this?” //WyByCa