Why Do.i Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

Henry shouts my name from afar, but his voice is gradually thinning. When my butt against the tough ground, I kneel while touching my butt, “Aigh!” My tears drip out after I encourage myself to stand up. I feel so lonely, and I hate this feeling. I don’t want to face myself in a dark hole. There is no hope for me. There is no hope for my dream. There is no hope for my love. Fuck it! I hate myself in this situation. I can’t even live alone in the dark. I’m bad at dealing with hard situations. I’m bad at dealing with people. I’m bad at dealing with myself.

But I told him it wasn't just the pain, an idea coming to mind right then. He asked what it was about, and I explained that it was the thought of the empty apartment and having to live alone. “I am scared, Levi. Every time I close my eyes, I see that man trying to keep me from getting out of the car. And my eyes open again, and I can't fall asleep. I'm scared of being alone, and I don't have anyone."

Sade I was feeling the loneliness. Living alone had been fun and new at first, but it quickly got old. I didn’t think I was cut out to be alone. I was bored. Every night I sat on my couch, flipping through channels and texting Trent—assuming he was able to text. I talked to myself—a lot. Probably more than was healthy. I ate alone. I did everything alone.

Uselessness is a new emotion for me and, combined with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness, the combination feels nearly fatal. It only seems to get worse by her waiting on me hand and foot. We have been back for almost two weeks and anytime I wince or get a little sweaty, she panics and fawns over me. She will make a great mom one day, but right now, I don’t need a mom. I need a mate and maybe a little space. It’s a little ironic how loneliness can make you crave alone time. It’s not that I need or want to be alone, really. But I need some space to breathe.

No way. They hate me and I hate them. I can take care of myself, just as my ancestors did. I get to my feet and shake them out a bit, trying to get back the feeling. I’m not scared of the outdoors, it’s in my blood to belong here. I’m not scared of being alone, either. I’m not scared of anything. It’s just… I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why one night away from a warm bed makes me feel so weak and small, but it does. I fucking hate that it does.

Her absence today highlighted how much I miss her company, reinforcing my resistance to building connections with others. The lingering sense of loneliness has been a constant companion in my life for an extended period, and I am hesitant to endure such feelings once more. The endeavour to retain self-control and lead a tranquil existence, free from perpetual fear and the need for constant support, has proven to be challenging. I am acutely aware that those who encounter me are incapable of comprehending the extent of my experiences.

I was the useless one, I was the weak one. A shuddering breath escaped me as my throat tightened. I bit down hard, trying to will the tears away, but it was no use. More than ever I felt alone. And for the first time, I admitted to myself just how much that terrified me. The fear of being abandoned, convincing myself it was better to be hated than to be forgotten. Is there a worse fate than being a forgotten soul in a world full of love?

I suddenly had a real understanding of what it meant to be alone. I had been mired in grief and just managing to put one foot in front of the other. I hadn’t had time to feel really alone until that moment. It was my own fault. I had bought a big ass house and had no people to fill it with. It only compounded the loneliness.

There must be something I can do other than wait until he gets back. Do I miss him? It peaks my interest since I have never missed a man before and of all the men it would seem unlikely that the man I hate, would be the man I miss. Yet, I feel empty and lonely like something has been taken from my own body. For God’s sake, I hate that I feel this way and over Nico. It’s ridiculous.

It was just so stupid to think of . Being alone in the dark wasn’t something that I loved doing but at this moment I knew that it was the best thing that I could do . I wasn’t going to just make this day going away just like that . I dared not to go into the internet because even though I already know what is going on at this moment . I knew that there would be so much about me on social media and that is the only reason why I wouldn’t be going there for anything in this world , it’s just friendly advice and I know that .