Unfuck Yourself Novels & Stories

Fuck it all! This situation is seriously fucked up, and I am definitely fucked up. I know that I keep saying "fuck," and it's annoying, but what else can I say when everything's really fucked? If only I had realized how fucked up this situation would be before I let myself get carried away by lust and by the wonders of Layland's mouth, then I wouldn't be going crazy right now and feeling like total shit.

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Shit. FUCK!!!!

Pretend it never happened? Fuck.

"Plan? Probably use all my savings to buy a very nice dress, shoes, and bags with this badass shade that would have 'Fuck you Slade written over it, and then go hungry for like what? A year? Sleeping under a bridge after Mrs. Peggy would have tossed me out of her house would be the most thoughtful plan I've ever had." "Xena," he said exasperatedly. "That's not it." "Then, what is?" I asked, folding my arms across my breasts. "You don't need to impress him you know? Just be yourself alright? Don't be more than you or less than you, just be you." Me? Let me be me. Do you know what being me is? Oh well, I'll tell you. It means staying up late doing copywriting jobs and then having your Boss sho

He whispered, "Is this what you like?" I was looking at us, while I was struggling to keep what little self respect I had left. My groans were guttural as my Uncle Frank made me fully aware of the dominance he had over me. "Yes...Uncle Frank...Fuck...You can...You...can have it...Fuuuccckkk," I moaned.

I didn't let myself reach the situation I was just to play fool again and do the same thing — accepting insults and hate words from others. "You are so blind!" he yelled and pointed my face with his index finger. "You ruined my family! Your mother should have stayed with me if you didn't get off the womb! You fucking brat!" My face turned left as I felt a hard slap on my cheek. It was like, my whole was thrown. My soul was on the verge of leaving me. That was so hard! It makes me feel dizzy and I almost collapsed. My head just spins around and the strength left in me were like surrendering already.

My back was against the cold marble, my neck twisted at an angle that would hurt later, and the whiskey bottle was empty on its side beside me, a dark stain spreading across the stone where the last of it had spilled. I didn't remember falling asleep. I didn't remember much of anything after the second bottle. I sat up slowly, my head pounding, my mouth dry, my stomach lurching with the kind of nausea that only came from drinking too much and eating too little. The morning light was cruel through the bare windows, exposing every crack in the walls, every stain on the floors, every inch of the wreckage I had become. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. "You're pathetic," I said to myself.

Fuck you? Christ have mercy, how did I let this happen?!

I moaned as I fucked myself faster. "Fuck... Fuck me. Faster! Fuck me faster!"