Wallowing In Self Pity Novels & Stories

Do I not deserve peace? “I….yo….you are right. I have never experienced anything of such and I am really sympathising with you that is experiencing this but as much as I hate to say this out to you, you have to know that wallowing in self pity is not going to save the day” he muttered the last part a bit lowly but I heard him anyways.

Why make it seem as if I’m having an unnecessary pity party? “Yes, useless. Don’t get me wrong, I understand your feelings, I sure do. I know it’s possible to feel guilty over the past, because yea, I have been there, done it all but at the end of the day, I sat myself down and I asked myself if it’s worth it. Do I want to keep wallowing in the past, wallowing in guilt or do I want to move forward and be a better version of myself? So I ask you, Christos Fernandez, do you want to continue wallowing in the past, in your mistakes or you want to be a better version of yourself, your future? Because if you think of it that way, then there you have your answer.” She challenged with a direct gaze

Which meant she could be in trouble? What if he cancelled my scholarship or cancelled my admission? Fuck! She mentally cursed herself loudly. She shouldn't have shown guts to him! Fuck she was screwed!Her eyes were on table and she sat across Nancy but mentally she was somewhere else and completely absent minded. She didn't know if she should pray for herself or wait until he do something to her!

Michael stepped into the shower, the roar of the water filled his ears, the water cascading over his (let’s face it) filthy body. He inhaled, it actually felt good. He’d forgotten… or not cared before this moment. After the shower, he got dressed for the first time in two weeks. It was time to stop wallowing. Nothing got done from wallowing. He wasn’t sure if it was time for action but it was at least time to leave ‘his pit’ as Jack had called it at least a hundred times in the last week.

It was a look that screamed, 'We will talk about this, and you better have some answers. But for that moment, it was the least of my worries. Because the one person in the world who I'd give anything not to disappoint, already looked like she'd lost all faith in me. And the weight of that reality was a burden more crushing than any I'd ever carried. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The walls of the bathroom seemed to close in on me, the weight of my self-loathing more oppressive than I could bear. With a loud thud that echoed my internal chaos, my back hit the tile wall, and I slid down to sit on the cold floor, my legs no longer capable of supporting me.

Her cries echoed in the room, the depths of her despair painfully clear. She felt like a freak, good for nothing, a burden on everyone. Without warning, she began to pull at her hair in frustration and self-loathing. She hugged herself, trying to find some solace, but the pain inside her was unbearable. She whispered to herself, "I'm a freak, a good-for-nothing." Her cries became even more heartbreaking, echoing the depths of her despair. Her anguish was like a tidal wave, crashing over her, drowning her in self-doubt and despair.

Reminding me of how worthless I was It was so much easier to fall into self pity than to actually try to get out of it and fix the situation but in this case,there wasn't anything to fix. All that was left was char and really bad residue. She was a means to an end and now that end had been achieved.

Nakakaasar naman! Nagdadabog na bumalik ako sa may sala niya at muling iginala ang mata sa buong silid. ‘Di ko napigilan ang sariling ‘di mandiri sa sobrang gulo, kalat at dumi ng silid na ito. "I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck!" I muttered to myself, anxiously pacing around the small apartment. "I'm stuck here for Pete's sake!" This is crazy. This is unbelievable. This is fucking surreal!

The sound was a dull thud that reverberated in the sudden silence with a chilling finality. Bang! It seemed like a desperate pointless attempt to block out the humiliation the disgust and the intense agony of feeling so completely worthless and used. I failed to reach the bed. I fell to the cold hard floor a crumpled pile of silk and raw explosive emotion my legs giving out beneath me trembling and weak. I put my arms around myself and gripped my body tightly as though to somehow stop the excruciating pain and the roiling self-loathing that swept through me. I sobbed as my head fell to my knees and I covered my face with the silk of my nightgown.

Teagan's Point of View Wallowing in my own self-pity seemed too harsh a term for me to use. I saw my little stint as nothing more than a self-care day. Something that I used to make myself feel a bit better. Or rather to silence the guilt inside my mind. Not that it worked but it was worth a try. After my call with Harland last night, the world seemed a little less dull. More colorful and optimistic. Until I was left alone to my own mind again.