Why Do I Suck Novels & Stories

This time though, for some reason, my breath catches in my throat and I almost choke on a noise that's dangerously close to a sob. I take a deep breath to get a handle on myself and nod my head, feeling furious tears stinging my eyes. I don't know why I'm upset; I don't know why I want to cry, but I feel so helpless and beaten down all of a sudden and it makes me wonder if I’ve somehow managed to find another awful human being who won’t let me go without a fight. How do I always seem to attract the worst possible guys? What am I doing wrong? What's wrong with me?

𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅,𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆! I suck in a sharp breath, snapping myself out of it.

*sob* " Why such cruelty to me God? Why? " *sob* " When there is advanced science and technology then why did it fail to cure him and then such stupid cure came into his life? Why? " *sob* " Everything is pathetic! I'll go insane! " *sob* " Neither I can see him heartbroken nor I can see him with another woman! What to do? "

More like suffocating to be precise. .... A/N : Haha. What do you think guys?

Why am I always finding Mr Wrong? Surely I have dated them all - skinny boys, fat boys, still live with their mummy boys, sorry I can't stay boys and it's not you, it's me boys. When will I ever learn? And what is that damn smell? I quickly smell under my arm and then cup my hand and breathe into it, then smell. That smell would be me - holy shit. It's horrific, it's like something actually crawled into my mouth and died. How glamorous is my life?

"More than you'll ever know" "Ask nicely and I'll do it," I tell him trying to see if he's as turned on as I am. Is it normal though? To get turned on by the idea of sucking his dick? Can I do it without messing up? I've watched a ton of porn and read articles on all things sex. One of them compared it to eating a lollipop. I'm confident I can do it. Running my hand down his throat, I keep my eyes on his. Wanting to know what he's thinking. A part of me is afraid that he'll throw my inexperience in my face again. But the bigger part is confident. I know he wants me. I'm determined to make him admit it.

Well if you figure out the surprise you'll know why I insisted and I'll be less creepy to you. I scoffed and returned my gaze to window. Why not just tell me! I fold my arms and think. Ugh I have to think this one out loud. How embarrassing. I hate how I have to talk to myself outloud to process important shit. Living on your own since 8 years old and not trusting anyone will do that to you. I think I'm insane. Sorry baby. Your mommy is a nutcase and your father is probably going to kill us both. Welcome to earth

“Someday, someone will choose you. For now, you need to do better because you suck at being a slut.” More laughter followed and I looked away from her, staring at my desk, and pressing my nails deeper into my skin. My lips shook, but I told myself that I would not cry.

I am mentally unprepared for the hate to fizzle out quickly over something as useless as an almost kiss. Perhaps you feel awkward because you’ve never kissed someone, and Lucian will probably bad mouth you to Ben and that other loser. Once the thought got in my head, I sighed even more. This sucks. This sucks the big hairy one. I cannot believe the hell my life has turned into. I didn’t kiss him. That was not a kiss. That was not a KISS!!! I have to keep reminding myself because the voice refuses to listen to me and I’m losing it. I snuck out of my room to the kitchen downstairs to get something cold to drink. I grabbed a soda and chugged down the whole thing.

Today is just not it for me and that’s a fact But then again, you come to my world just to get your mind off your work and studies cause you think my life’s cool and I’m always supposed to have fresh content for you just like them damn influencers so I’m sorry for today, I am mentally apologizing that today sucks for not just me, but you too. Soo… I’m sorry beautiful Mademoiselles, I will try to be more creative with my life other than reading magazines and listening to tapping sounds from laptops. On second thought, why don’t I just get out of this bloody building so we can go do something fun right? But how sure am I that things would get any better. Oh yeah, Things could be way better