Novel & Cerita What Can I Say It's Complicated

’ Whenever I want to calm down and relax my raging nerves, I can't, it seems to have gone out of control. He keeps telling me everything will be fine but nothing looks fine, nothing looks like it's gonna be fine soon, everything is just a messy shits and I hate it completely. How can my life keep getting complicated and life keeps dishing me more troubles, complications, and suffering? It pains me knowing the fact that my mate suffers so much because of me, he'd waited for years for me but I couldn't give him peace of mind when I was found, instead, it's from one deep trouble to big shits of complications.

It's complicated. Hazel: "Complicated" is what people say when they're scared. Nothing about this should be complicated. He's hot; you're hot, and you both clearly enjoy each other's company. The end. Me: There's more to relationships than that. Hazel: Like what? His money? Because that's a plus, not a complication. Me: You're impossible. Hazel: I prefer "realistic." Anyway, be careful with your heart, okay? And your other parts. Use protection and all that responsible adult stuff. Gotta dash for real now – my boss isn't as understanding about tardiness as yours probably is. TTYL this weekend?

That feeling is back again, something is heating up in my chest and it's spreading I'm supposed to be there right now and not leaning on my bike on the other end of the parking lot watching some unsuspecting girl like some creep but I cannot get my feet to move I feel like if I look away for even one second I'd miss something and I want to take in everything that is Sky Baker breathe in everything she is, why? I don't know yet but I can't wait to figure it out.

he can't even say what he wants to say, or if he even has something to say. "You like someone, don't you?" I asked instead. His eyes widened. "U-uh... y-yeah, no! I mean... it's... complicated," he answered nervously. I rolled my eyes on him. "You know, when you like someone, you shouldn't say, "It's complicated", "It's not going to work, anyways". Why not try? I don't know how many exes I'd had before, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not a coward like you, Anderson." I said in a serious way. He didn't answered. He just stared at me, amazed. Yeah, dude, you should be.

"If you don't love him, then break things off and let the poor sap get on with his life." I'm trying, I want to say. Instead, I tell him, "It's not that simple. There's nothing to 'break off.' There are just some things to sort through." "Then sort them." "It's not that simple." "Yes. Yes it is." I'm about to tell him he can shove it, but then I see the look on his face. He's not arguing for the sake of arguing. "The only thing making it complicated is this." He taps the side of his head. "Same with everything in life. Things are as they are. The complicated part comes from our own heads."

Not when my mind was so clouded by everything going on. “It’s complicated, Callan,” I muttered, knowing it wasn’t much of an answer. “Of course it’s complicated,” Callan shot back, his voice sharpening. “But sitting here in the dark, drowning yourself in whiskey, isn’t going to make it any less complicated. Talk to me, Kade. What’s really going on?”

This made everything more complicated. I’m fucked now.

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But she didn’t argue. Didn’t defend him. Which somehow made it worse. “There’s more,” she said quietly. My chest tightened again. Of course there was. “There’s always more.” She hesitated. And that hesitation.... It made something uneasy stir in my stomach. “What?” I asked. Her eyes met mine. Careful and Measured. “He said things are… getting complicated.” I frowned slightly. “What does that even mean?” “He didn’t explain.” “Of course he didn’t.” A pause.

Trying to cushion my fall. The kind of bullshit people tell their partners when breaking their hearts into pieces to make it seem like the only reason they’re crushing their world isn’t because they have lost interest in them. Soon he’s going to be pulling the classic ‘it isn’t you, it’s me’ shit. “It’s complicated,” he says. Ah, that one. I believe I’ve heard it before. “What’s complicated?” I ask, bending to pick his jeans from where they are lying on the bed and throw them at his chest. I spy his boxers and throw them his way too. I want him dressed and gone as soon as possible.