Why Do.i Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

, Harry said. " I'm sorry I didn't call, but you see , I wanted to surprise you, that's why I had to come at this hour". " I don't think you know how dangerous ,it can be to be out by this time of the night. and besides , o thought you lived with your sister, so what's this thing about you being bored or lonely" ,said Harry. " Yes I stay with my sister ,but she went to see a friend, and I had to leave as well.

Not a frown, not a smile. "You're not that guy, Ric. Not anymore." “You’re still my Clumsy Nancy, though,” I say, and she laughs. Her laughter faded, but the light in her eyes lingered. “I hate that I’m this vulnerable, I hate that he can still hurt me, Ric,” she told me. “I want to be strong and act like this is a piece of cake. I hate that I can’t. I hate that I’m not as strong as I pretend to be.”

My life was scaring me because I was lonely and hurt. My heart twinged and tears that I didn't know had coated my orbs commenced cascading down my cheeks as the painful reality of losing my only best friend, dawned on me. She had forgotten me so soon. It wasn't even a year since I left and yet there she was, living her life to the fullest. I never cried over Mum and Lance until that evening. My chest was heavy that it was overwhelming. Why does everyone hate me? An endless chain of questions raced through my brain. Unfortunately, the only answer that popped up was that I was alone, I needed to brace it. As agonizing as it was.

I whispered to the emptiness while watching the colorful sky brought by the fireworks. I found myself crying due to envy for my happy neighbors, contrasting with my feelings of loneliness and sadness. Will it always be like this? Will my new year always be like this? Will I always be alone in welcoming the new year? Will I always end up crying every new year? Will it always be like this?! For Pete's sake, I'm so tired! I'm so tired of feeling alone all the time. I'm so tired of being independent all the time. I feel alone. Yes, I know my grandma is there for me, but I still feel like I'm alone in this life. I feel like I'm the only one fighting the challenges of life. I fucking feel alone!

I've been gone from California for nearly 48 hours and now I'm just here, all alone. Does anyone know what its like to feel completely alone? Even around people you have known for years but know that they don’t give a damn about what’s going on inside. That even when you feel you’re at your best you can’t seem to do anything right. Everything you do just doesn’t work out. You try your hardest and still fail. And no one is there to pick back up the broken pieces. Loneliness is a horrible thing. It’s a cold feeling. No one should ever have to feel lonely. It consumes you slowly shaking you.

he trailed off. "And what?" I tried to sit up but the blankets weighed me down like a ball and chain. Oliver shrugged, "I don't know. I hate being single." I huffed and watched the stupid talk show he had put on. My eye lids slowly fought to close, fluttering every few minutes until all I could see was darkness. And in that abyss, I felt lonely. Nothing but the hole of self isolation I had somehow managed to end up in. I missed having someone to hold me at night, someone I could vent to without feeling as if I was being judged.

I want him far away from me. Once again I was alone in my misery. I don't want to run mad with the whole boredom thing. I need to get a walk all the time so I don't run mad. I let out a sigh and hugged myself as if my life depends on it.

It took him a lot to be able to confess his feeling for her and he only hoped that she loved him back. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to say that you love me. I want to hear you say it. I don’t care about other people but you and nothing else. I have always been alone, no one was able to get Inside my heart the way you have, love. Loneliness is not something good for a person. I have had my moments and I don’t want to be alone anymore. When you came in to my life, I started knowing the beauty of life. Please say that you love me.”

I stated angrily breathing heavily. No one knew the pains and hatred I had to endure over the years just to achieve this. Why the hate? Why was everyone loathing on me? I thought Miranda was different, but they’re all the same. “Is it because I don’t show my weakness? Perhaps because I don’t go about crying like a weakling? But it’s fine. I’ve been alone for years now, so I don’t need you or anyone,” I stated glaring at her. “What do you mean?” She asked and I smiled wearily.

She shook her head and more tears went past her eyes, "I can't keep living in a world you don't exist in. I just can't..." I bit the inside of my cheek before I could say that I am here. I am right here. "It feels like a big part of me is just...gone." She hicupped a sob, "I am so alone, Alex, I am just so alone," her hand pressed against her chest as if she could hold her heart that's breaking, "It feels like everyone hates me." "Do you hate me too?" How could I ever hate you? If I hated you, it wouldn't be this much hard.