روايات وقصص ضمن You Are Made Of Stupid

LILA POV I'm about to do something stupid. Don't blame me. Sometimes, life is like a cruel joke, serving you lemons when you don't even have water or sugar to make lemonade. And yet, they say you have to make it work. Either you stand up and do something, or you sit there and let life devour you whole.

One stupid mistake. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling. My vision blurred as I read the message again, slowly, letting the words sink in. A breathless, bitter laugh escaped me. "Right. A little mistake," I muttered. I didn't even care about the part where he said he loved her more. What burned was him calling it one stupid mistake. "Sleeping with my best friend," I whispered, a shaky, humorless laugh catching in my throat. "Just a little mistake." My thumb hovered over the screen, the taste of bitterness sharp on my tongue.

Killian says, his voice pulling me back. I groan and slump against the couch. "I want a break. Math is stupid, and it's making me feel stupid." Killian leans forward, elbows on his knees. "It's not stupid, and neither are you. One more problem." "I don't think I'm smart enough," I whisper, staring at the page. And then the voices start creeping in, the way they always do. You're not good enough. No one cares about you. You're lucky I even gave birth to you.

How dare he calls me stupid! He thrust his angry face into mine. “Then what if I shifted without knowing? What if someone saw me? So many ‘what ifs’, and you didn’t even think of one! How stupid can you get? You’re not Dirty Rosey—you’re Stupid Rosey!” Frustration shot up my chest. “I’M NOT STUPID! AND I’M NOT YOUR TOY!” His eyes widened with realisation. “So that's what this is all about.”

“What if I can? Yes, I can do that! I have to try. I need to be able to do that.” “Tsk! You know there is a boundary of being stubborn from being stupid. And what you are doing right now is the exact meaning of being a foolish one. That foolishness will bring you down and good in doom that you will never escape from and worst than accepting who you really are and what you really wanted.”

The self-doubt gnawed at him, amplifying his sense of foolishness. As he finally pulled up outside Vivian's house, he sighed deeply, his gaze fixed on the front door. He felt a mix of nervousness and apprehension, unsure of what the upcoming conversation would bring. "Stupid," he muttered again, his voice tinged with frustration. He realized that he needed to face the consequences of his actions, whatever they might be, and try to make things right.

"What do you mean by that?" "I just said you're not as stupid as I thought, but it seems like I was wrong."

"If you want me to be in my limits then don't do stupid things eat your food, or else I am going to make you." "Fuck you." "Sure, anytime."

Everything. I hide my face against the pillow. I know he’s not worth crying for, this isn’t worth suffering for, but I can't help myself. The gigantic knot that I have stuck in my throat has loosened a little during the hour I have spent lying here and the weight on my heart is no longer that of an elephant, now it feels more like a horse’s. I roll my eyes. I'm such an idiot! — Who made you so smart? — You're really smart, little witch.

"What am I actually thinking? It seems like all the problems just grow into one and I don't know what to do. Thousands of times I have tried to be the best human being, but thousands of times I have also had to swallow all the refreshing tastes like this and it seems that this is not one of the reasons I am a person who is really, really, really stupid."