You Don T Judge Me Cause I Got Issues Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was just thankful that Lucius didn’t give me any shit for trying to focus and keep a professional mindset. It was the only way I could get through touching her. I know my distance hurt her. Many people will judge me, call me a jerk, and a few more colorful words. To those people, I say fuck yourself because you don’t get to judge me. You aren’t me and have no clue what I’m dealing with, and till you’ve gone through what I have and am, you can keep your mouth shut.

But maybe I really am just assuming things and judging him, besides I haven't talked to him and he didn't tell it to me frankly so maybe I'll just erase it in my mind and think that his intentions are all damn pure. He didn't even tell me those things for my mind instantly thought of that and I can't help that. I don't want someone seeing me that way, I might punch whoever that is. Well, I also am guilty for I judged him from the start, and till now, I am still judging him. That's understandable though, all of us have our own trust issues for our eyes have been opened by the situation that we're in and we're desperately fighting. We all are just afraid of what might happen if we won't take c

“Iz, I саn’t . . .” “Shhh . . . уоu саn, іt’ѕ juѕt me аnd уоu, nо judgеmеnt, juѕt love. I nееd tо knоw, Jоеl, why уоu саrrу this guіlt around. It аffесtѕ uѕ bоth аnd wе need tо face іt nоw before іt соmрlеtеlу breaks uѕ lаtеr оn.” “I wouldn’t . . .”

He raised his head to face me and I had never felt more awkward and stupid. His gaze flickered from my face to plate which was still pretty much full and a slight frown creased his temple. “Is there a problem?”. He asked me. I let out a breath and set down my fork resignedly, I wasn’t quite sure I’d be able to actually eat anything with so much going on in my mind. “Are you judging me?”. I asked quietly. I had to get the question of my chest. “For not eating? Yes”. He responded coolly.

I repeated under my breath, barely recognizing my own voice. “And it doesn’t come as easily as you think,” the judge added calmly. My heart dropped. What the hell!

Not like I'd care or give a damn if I get judged by a random person, heck, I know I get judged by my employees who just get so scared just from hearing stupid stories about me from their fellow employees, so I wasn't even fazed on bit when people judge me. But the thought of being judged by my friends leaved a very bitter taste behind in my mouth. "Sure, home and pizza land it is!" Levi said aloud. "How did your day go?" "One word, tiring," I paused. "Two words, very tiring," I paused again. "Three words, extremely, unfortunately tiring," I paused again and stared into the rearview mirror and saw Levi scowling at me. "Four words, G..." Levi cuts in this time.

My heart sank as I realized where this was heading. “No, then you can drop me off at the docks,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “At least no one will judge me.” Aiden suddenly turned his face to look at me, his eyes burning with anger. The intensity of his gaze made me flinch, but I refused to back down. “Are you fucking serious now?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. “I didn’t judge you. I’ve told you how many times that you are the only one that judges your own actions. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and fucking act like an adult.”

I'm retrospect, they probably are judging us for every decision we have made with regards to Juni. "Who gives a fuck if they judge us and our decisions? They're our decisions. Sorry" I say emphatically before apologizing for saying 'fuck' after Amelia gives me a disapproving look. It doesn't last for long though, and her eyes return to their sad and vulnerable state they were in before.

I shout back "What the fuck is your issue , Amari " he stands up as well "You are my fucking problem" I screech throwing my hands in the air in defeat "How am I the problem, all I ever did was try to love you. I even tried to look past your fucking condition because I loved you " he says running his hand through his hair. I scoff in utter disabelief "Why don't you get it I can never love you . My heart belongs to someone else " I yell whilst pointing at him

Shit! Well, you can’t back down now. “Don’t project your issues about this onto me.” “Did you just...swear at me?” His eyes are still wide but I detect some humor in them, like he can’t believe I said it and is somewhat impressed that I did. “If you’re waiting for me to apologize, we’ll be here all night.” I flash him a smile and he lets out a breath before he begins driving again. He doesn’t say anything. “They’re not daddy issues,” I tell him, still slightly offended for a reason I’m not totally sure, “or maybe they are. What are your issues in this situation then?”