Novel & Cerita Toxic Positivity

The morning was about to come when I woke up my Honey and read to her the copy of positivity I wrote the whole night. I believed that focusing on positive thoughts would help her conquer her cancer-related illness. I was loud, bold, clear, and sympathetic to the situation. Here’s what I said after I wrote:

The toxic was so strong that it began to affect the students down below. “Illusion toxic” Adrian was quite surprise. He knew that illusion wasn't just her power. For some reason his skin felt tickling when it met the toxic. “What a dangerous toxic!” Adrian felt surprise in down. The toxic was enough to waste a full state. This toxic was endless. It didn't seems to stop.

Comfort said, “ No, the Holy Spirit cannot be a friend talk more of a helper of a lazy girl like you. Ah! You are lazy, I mean you are lazy. I wonder what kind of Man will marry you. These were critical, unkind, cutting words, Comfort spoke to our friend, Abundance. Everyone was shocked to hear her. We tried as much as possible to endure her but she was making me feel uncomfortable. I became burdened for her. I decided to call my friends one day to share my opinion. We all agreed she has become toxic. I told them living with her is becoming unbearable. She talks to people anyhow, she has no control of the tongue. She opens her mouth to insult people. She is rude, arrogant, and censorious. Sh

You keep fighting, you keep arguing, and you keep doubting where it’s going. You have started to doubt yourself. You have lost your self-worth. You are made to feel worthless or just not good enough. You are reminded that you have so many problems. You are subtly reminded that your partner is doing a favor by staying with you. You are often compared with others and asked to learn from them. You don’t remember when was the last time you were told how amazing you are. A toxic relationship will always suck out all the self-confidence that you had.

"Oh? And why is that?" "I can handle the fragile ego that is somehow mixed with arrogance. But toxic masculinity? That's a no from me." "Is it really?" "Mhm." she says, her arms crossing over her chest. "It is." "May I ask why?" "Toxic being in the title should be a very obvious sign, shouldn't it?" She says, raising a brow at the man who brushes it off, continuing to play along. "Toxic is nothing more than a warning sign for dangerous chemicals. And as far as I'm aware, I've not been made in a lab and should not contain any toxic chemicals." He says, giving her a look as he questions if she was a different story.

And damn me for almost believing that. “No, you can’t. No one is as sane to do that.” I said in defense, denying the idea that someone is willing to do that. “Then I can be insane for you…And don’t ever think that will happen because I promise you, it won’t happen. I won’t let people hurt you. This entertainment industry is toxic. That is why I am here to help you cement your good reputation. You’ve worked hard this far.” I nodded, biting my lip, “Thank you.”

He shook Xavier's charred body, screaming, "You could have died without taking my house with you! Now, it's all gone. Everything's ruined! My house…" For days, he howled in grief before finally pulling himself together enough to go back to work. But as soon as he clocked in, his boss told him, "You've missed too much work. Besides, with everything going on in your family, your focus is clearly elsewhere. You're fired." Tobias broke down. Since then, he had lost his wife, his child, his job, and the only place he could call home. With nothing left to cover Xavier's funeral, he cast the ashes aside. When asked later where they had gone, he couldn't even remember.

Austin leaned against the wall. “I fuckin' wish.” I rubbed my forehead. “It's like, they see me with my fake girlfriend and all of a sudden I'm the sexiest thing on this damn campus.” “I bet that isn't going down well,” Josh mused. “With Sandra, that is. I bet you're loving it.” “Actually, I fuckin' hate it.” “You're joking? You actually hate it?” “It's about as enjoyable as a hole in the head. That's how much I hate it. It doesn't help with the trust thing at all – especially since I can't remember them.”

“You can’t make me tell you stuff. And I wouldn’t want to. I just wish you felt like you could.” He sneered with Ellery-like contempt. “One of the many toxic facets of modern psychology is the way it teaches us that sharing is inherently beneficial. When often it is selfish, hurtful, or otherwise self-indulgent.” “Okay, but if you had told me about the nature of your relationship with Natasha, then I wouldn’t have pushed you so hard over the room and probably…” Urgh. He wouldn’t thank her for mentioning what had happened that night. “…I wouldn’t have made you feel so bad.”

The dis-relish feeling that she has to sell her innocence just for her brother to be treated well so that he can recover. “The package delivery, I guess.” I chuckled dryly. Crushed dreams, a shattered heart which used to flutter with happiness, thinking that she'll meet someone who'll love her and swear to stay by her side in good and bad times. There's nothing there is only one feeling; Toxic. I am bounding myself in a toxic marriage which will be lethal for me. I give him what he desires and he gives me what I desire but He can't fulfill my desires; he can't give me Love.