Why Do.i Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

I thought he would kill me already but he suddenly let go of me and pushed me away “I think I know now why people hate you so much.” I bravely said as I wiped the smudge of cookies on my face. He furrowed his brows. “What?” “Maybe just like me, they wanted to befriend you too. But you’re always pushing them away.” “What the fuck are you saying? Do you really want to get killed huh?! “There’s no one in this world who likes to be alone. Sometimes they just keep themselves away from other people because they’re afraid they might end up being lonely.”

I just keep getting stronger and stronger every day. Everyone hates to be alone , and I get that – but when you are alone you tend to talk to yourself , you tend to give your advice. By talking to yourself , you start building your personality – you begin to stand firm on what you believe and who you are. For the first time in a while , I can openly say that I am alone and I am loving it.

They help me to escape the harsh reality when I’ve had too many blows to the head. The stares and whispers follow me everywhere. When I sleep, when I’m unconscious, when I’m alone, especially when I’m alone. It’s as if they are in the room with me. There surrounding me, staring and whispering which quickly turn to glaring and yelling. I hate being alone. But I love being alone. If I think hard enough, if I’m occupied with homework, cleaning, or something else that isn’t my thoughts, then I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.

"I actually think the sa—" "I don't care what you think about it, it's happening," he interrupts me. I narrow my eyes at him in annoyance. I was trying to agree with him, "Don't give me that face, this has been horrible. I hate that fucking apartment, I hate being away from you, I hate knowing you're living alone, I hate everything. Bobbie and I have been bonding harder than ever, you know why? Because we're both a fucking emotional wreck every day, just hoping you'll give us some form of attention and then breaking down when another day goes by and there's only silence from you."

Seriously, why? I'm so sick of this life. "Eros, get the fuck out of my room," I let out when I feel myself losing my cool. My back is starting to itch and I just want to shift and run to kill this bad energy inside of me. Since I can't do that here, at least I want to be alone. To be alone. That's all I want, why is that so hard?

ELIAS …. Third stupid year started some weeks ago, and men! I feel on top of the world, cause not only would I be out of the fucking hellhole soon, but also because of the fact that am all alone, just like how I like it. Alone? Why on earth would anyone like to be alone? To give a brief flashback, let me take you back to my pathetic damn sad story.

“That I still care. That even now, I’m still wondering if maybe it was my fault. Maybe I didn’t hold your hand enough. Maybe I didn’t make you feel loved.” “You did,” I croaked. “You did.” “Then why him?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I cried. “I don’t know why I’m like this.” He turned fully then, and his eyes weren’t cold. They were just… tired. “You’re scared of being alone,” he said softly. “You cling to whoever makes you feel wanted for a second.” I pressed a hand to my chest. “Because I am alone. I’ve always been alone.”

Why do I always seem to lose everything I care about? "I-I want to be... alone..." I said, my voice trembling. I can't stand being around him any longer. The closer I feel his presence to me, the more I despise myself. I'm in a lot of pain. I feel so regretful that I want to be alone and cry silently and blame myself more.

Because they care about me. The twins continue to stare at me in surprise, but allow me to finish what I need to say. "I spent years working from home, studying from home. It was my preference. I'm not typically very fond of people and definitely preferred being alone. But by being by myself all of the time, I slowly began to lose pieces of myself. I fell into a routine of loneliness and self-isolation. And I didn't even notice or care at all. Instead, I began to believe I was thriving. That I needed to be alone. It was all I deserved, all I would ever deserve. I did not even have any friends, let alone boyfriends. I didn't want any. I wanted to be by myself, and I thought that there was som

"But not you? I don't think you fit in that category." He pursed his lips, "You'd be surprised." "Really? Try me." He hesitated at first, "Okay ... I'm afraid to end up alone," he raised his brows, "That's the reason why I want to retire ... I've been alone for 10 years and it's not easy at times ... it gets very lonely, and the thought of going through the rest of my life alone terrifies me." It struck her, loneliness is a very human emotion that could plague any normal human being, "Is that how it feels like to be on the run?"