You Can't Hide From Yourself Mga Nobela at Kwento

And in that instant, all that was going through my mind was Rico Zane's voice: You can run. But you can’t hide.

I was done hiding my light. **********

You are left to rule everything and you step up. You are who you are. You didn’t hide. You decide to embrace your darkness.

I gave her a reserved look and waited to see where she was going with this. “You know you can talk to me?” She moved closer to me. A short pained laugh escaped my lips. “Trust me, you can’t handle my problems.” I was having a difficult time handling them myself. “I could try.” I pushed my hood down and looked at her. I could see she was sincere and she seemed to be actually concerned about me. I gave her a smile—a sincere one. I appreciated the effort but there was no one who could help me except myself. And anyway she might just think I’m crazy if I told her the truth.

Stumbling out the glass doors, she wheezed for air, her breath fogging up as she stood clutching her knees, trying to regain her bearings with everything spinning around her. She tried so hard to be strong, she told herself she would not cry, and she even swore it. But now, as the cold December air prickled at her bare arms and legs, her lungs felt like they were being filled with cement and a truck had run her over, her heart quivered and she couldn't keep the promise, she couldn't keep the oath.

"Your turn. Something real." I hesitate. There are so many real things I could tell him. About Victoria. About the suicide attempt. About spending eight years hiding from the world. "I'm terrified all the time," I say finally. "Every single moment of every single day, I'm scared that people will see the real me and realize how worthless I am. So I hide. I make myself small. I try to disappear. Because being invisible feels safer than being seen and rejected." Julian is quiet for a moment. Then he reaches across the table and takes my hand.

“Most people don’t like them because they’re a reminder of what they wish to forget. But that doesn’t mean you need to hide under layers. You can be comfortable, too.” Nyla felt like she’d been dealt a great blow. “So do you care?” Mason asked again. Do I need to hide? “No, I don’t.”

“Say that you’ll keep yourself safe until this is over.” “Safe from what? From imaginary trouble? You know how long I’ve been doing that? You know how hard I’ve been fighting the anxiety. I’m making progress. I’m moving forward. I’m trying not to hide from my own fears. I can’t start now to hide from yours. Don’t ask me that.”

Today is Friday and I didn’t come out of the classroom yesterday even though I was so hungry, I endured everything just so I couldn’t see him and couldn’t remember again the embarrassment that happened because of my shameless post. But now... Now I won't hide anymore. Why should I hide? And who am I hiding from? I shook my head because of my question that seemed like I was just fooling myself.

"I'm not even doing anything...why can't I just be myself.. is that wrong?" "I'm warning you Precious... better be yourself pretty soon before you find yourself homeless..."