Why Do I Hate Repeating Myself Novels & Stories

I stuttered tears slipping again with the hiccups. I tried to reason with my mind, but once you share pieces of yourself, once you give your heart, you can’t go back, the love remains but the difference is now it is not the only emotion instead it fills you with hate, regret, bitterness and sorrow and the worst of all the question that itches your skin the most is why me? What did I do to deserve this? I think that question was there in every hurt person's mind overthinking. It's crazy there, is no bigger critique than your mind

I mentally face-palmed. I was not sure what was the actual point that she was trying to make but I was pretty sure that Rowan might have come to the conclusion that I was a fucking stalker who was obsessed with him. Funny enough, I remember saying things that sort of comes back to bite me in the butt, all the time. Sigh. I seriously need to get rid of all these habits of mine. I keep telling myself all of this but I go back to doing stupid things again and again.

Why the fucking hell does he keep saying that? I hate it. Wait, why do I even hate it? I don't know, I just know it hurts a lot and he keeps making me feel so unworthy or something the more he keeps saying that, but well, I am just going to brush the topic aside. And that is only because I am curious to see what he wants to do.

HUNTER And I waited, seconds hours minutes, waiting for him to open that door Hating myself with evey passing minute, the guilt was too much to carry, cause even I wouldn’t forgive myself, I was angry at him for not hitting me, slapping the fuck out of me, hating my existence, I hate him but hated me more Then the phone rang… I don’t understand the sentence the first time they say it. I nod while they’re talking, because that’s what people do when someone is talking to them. I even say “okay” at one point. I think I ask them to repeat themselves, not because I didn’t hear them, but because the words don’t arrange themselves into meaning.

"Even if it's annoying to listen to, I still want you to repeat." "You heard it!" I hate the promise. “Why do you have to repeat it to me? Once is enough, okay?” He laughed. “But I want you to repeat. I want you to repeat it ten times.” My mouth fell open because of its demands. "No way! I'm about to swallow the ground because of the embarrassment and then you want to repeat it to me ten more times? I do not want to!" He leaned his left shoulder against the wall next to the door where I was also leaning. He was tall so I was surprised. He had no trouble bending down to look at me.

Don't even think about that Trix! they say the more you feel it, the more it hurts! That's all. "I have something! Because I'm a wife..." "I see on the paper, yes I know that you are repeating yourself again and again Ken." I'm starting to get bored of you again, Hubby huh! You repeated the line that I hate the most!

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was how sorry I am” “You already told me that at the hospital, why repeat yourself?” “Because I feel bad about it. I feel bad about how I treated you” “Is that all you’d like to say? I think I’ll take my leave now” “Wait please, wait” “Why are you repeating your words?” “I'm nervous, I'm scared, I'm afraid that my apology won't get through to you.” “You should have thought about that before you did what you did” “Did you think about what I said the other day?”

Sydney remained listening, waiting for every word that would come out of my mouth. "I was totally sure that I didn't want to but... my heart was a very stubborn brat, it still chose to believe in. Can you imagine how frustrating it is? It's always me versus myself. Always been," i licked the bottom of my lip and gasped a little. "I hate that no matter how hard i try, i always end up failing. I'm always easy on him..." This is why i don't want to reopen the wounds, it only brings back the soreness, the freshness of the pain i used to conceal. And then, here's my bestfriend, giving me that look i hate to see-- pity.

"… That's the reason why history has been repeating itself, again and again." "Pardon…?" "…We ask for 'forgiveness' too easily, like a beggar bowing their heads and extending their hands in humble receipt. If I made the same mistake over and over… will you forgive me again and again? Even if you could, I'm sure there's one day you will be tired." "…………"

If I were being honest with myself, I was currently shaking on the inside, not because I was afraid or anything like that, but because I was starting to feel rather helpless and frustrated. I hated the fact that I had to find myself in this kind of situation because it was starting to seem like I was going to have to keep repeating myself and assuring him that I wouldn't get in his way or be a nuisance to him in any way, and it annoyed me so much that he wasn't even trying to be understanding enough toward me.