Why Do.i Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

“Because I didn’t want you to be alone. I get what… I get what it’s like. To be in that place. And I went there so many times… I mean, I’ve been there so many times. And sometimes I hated myself for doing it. And sometimes I hated life so much I just didn’t want to remember anymore.” He puts the bottle down, a soft thud echoing on his desk. I can tell he’s still listening. “So you came here because you thought I hated myself?” I lick my lips, my throat dry. “No, it’s just. Sometimes, I know exactly what it’s like to feel both of those things, to be alone–” “And to hate yourself?” He says again, his voice sardonic. “Yes,” I admit. But I straighten my spine. “But, when I get like that? The onl

he told me and although he was right, I wasn't backing down. "How long have you been eavesdropping? And by the way, you don't know that skunk. She would have never let me walk away so I just hit her before she could hit me," I defended again and he sighed in defeat. "Whatever, It's your business at the end of the day. I'm guessing you're the type of woman who feels she's so strong, a million hateful eyes won't hurt her but believe me you're wrong. Not having a partner isn't the only thing that makes a person lonely. When the people that love you are peanuts compared to the ones that hate you, you'll feel their hate and contempt in the form of loneliness and no man can take that loneliness aw

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Owens as I possibly could. I could only hope that doing so would help me with this obsession, and if it didn’t, well, I would just have to deal with being alone for the rest of my life. Sighing, I start to feel a void forming in me that makes me feel cold and alone even though the sun shines brightly down on me and I am surrounded by people.

I have no idea how long I was unconscious and, considering I do not even own a phone, there is no way for me to check the time. I know most people would find it strange not to have a phone in this day and age, but honestly, I have never had any use for one. I do not have friends or have anyone waiting for my calls or messages, so what would be the point? Ever since becoming an outcast, I have grown used to my own company and the silence that comes with it. Solitude became safer because at least when I was alone, I did not have to constantly feel suffocated by everyone’s hatred and coldness toward me.

They act all caring like it was just another accident which I can't be blamed for. I want to yell but I can't. I'm a broken soul on the verge of losing my mind and those two weeks of lifelessness I felt were too real to be true. It hit me so hard. Boredom and loneliness. I don't want to be alone. I hate being alone. Heck, that's why I conquer ladies. That's why I force them or buy them to be with me without actual dating because it heals my sadistic, rotten heart.

Then she turns to look at me, sadness filling her eyes. "I don't want to die alone." She mutters. "I know that sounds stupid to you but I'm scared of dying alone. You are young. And you have options. And you have a bunch of men catcalling you on the road and makes and everywhere you go. But I don't have that. No one wants you when you are this old. Men view you as used goods. They are only attracted to young and fresh women. That's why I can't leave your dad. I know that it's impossible to find another man after him. I don't want to have breakfast alone. I don't want to go to the mall alone. I don't want to go to parties alone. I don't want to eat alone at the dinner table. And at the end of

I didn’t want anyone to think I was here to cause trouble, so I kept my distance from everyone! The solitude was nice, but after a week on my own I started to feel the emptiness of truly being alone. For the first time in my life, I could understand how a wolf could lose their mind and go feral. We’re pack creatures by nature and being alone for too long is not healthy. I hated to admit it, but I might need to find someone to connect with, just to keep my mind sane.

The first thing that I thought of when I moved into my apartment to live independently was that it sucks to come home and feel alone. I had watched countless movies where the lead would scream ‘Honey, I’m home!’ and not get a response back because they lived alone. I’ve always thought it was sad and depressing whenever a character in a book or a film does that. And so, when I first felt the power of loneliness on my first week of solitude in my apartment, I went out and changed it. I didn’t like being alone, but I also didn’t want some other person inside the apartment with me.

Is loneliness the reason why I am acting like this? "I'm sorry. I ... I am just tired of everything. I just hate everything. I went to the park alone today and I had no one to go with. I have no friends or family, I am all alone. I could not stay there so I came back home. I met Lea's father on the way and it made me more jealous. She has everything, even you. I can't... I can't take it." I broke down in tears.