You Don T Judge Me Cause I Got Issues นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she spoke earnestly, resisting the urge to hold his face in her hands. Her statement sparked fury within him. They all say they don't judge but they do. Every single one of them do. Shanice judged him for being poor and betrayed him in the worst possible way. His dad never forgets to tell him what a big disappointment he was for him. Everyone judge. He jerked his hands free and narrowed his eyes at her.

“All that stuff about your mom, all those random guys… no one sticking around.” My throat tightened. “Kind of explains why you’re so messed up,” he continued lightly. “No dad, no stability… no wonder you don’t feel anything.” There it was. The word didn’t even need to be said. Daddy issues. My face burned, heat rushing up my neck so fast it made me dizzy. I crouched down to grab my books, but my hands were shaking so badly I fumbled them, my fingers refusing to cooperate. I could feel everyone watching. Not just looking, but judging. Recording. Turning me into something to laugh at.

“You’re one of the people who misunderstood me.” That earned me a quiet chuckle from him. The sound surprised me more than the smile. “Anyway,” I continued, waving my hand like I could dismiss my entire messy past with a single gesture. “I did some wrong things, but it’s all in the past.” Jude’s eyes hardened just a fraction. “People don’t forget that easily.” “Well, they should,” I muttered. “I’m tired of being judged by versions of me that don’t even exist anymore.” Silence settled between us for a moment.

"There is no way you wouldn't have issues with me when you keep on acting like a tool. How else do you expect me to deal with this circumstance when you have been nothing but rude to the people who care about you? Huh?!" "Now this is borderline disturbing and I regret ever telling you whatever I did, that gave you the audacity to judge me for not taking the route that you expected me to. You should be proud of me that I'm not jumping into the hands of a new man simply because he seems nice. Niceness is not going to cut it."

, I told him. " Just like I said ", he said. "Yes like you said", I agreed with him. "Did she bully you?", I asked him. "Nope. I was her dealer so she wouldn't dare to bug me", he said with a laugh. "What?", I asked him. "Just weed don't start judging me", he told me. "I won't judge. But God will“, I said seriously. " Say what? ", he asked me with surprise. I laughed out. It was damn funny.

Mia felt heat rise in her chest. "I was so disappointed," she said again, barely above a whisper. "To be seen like I didn’t matter. Like I was just some problem to be solved. Judged. Forced." That last word—forced—came out shaky. Like all the frustration she’d been holding in finally cracked the surface.

None of this is your fault, so you don't have to be sorry. "I judged you; even though I knew nothing, I still judged you." "I am not a good person; I should still feel some kind of sympathy for her, but I can't help it; I just don't feel it." "No one would feel sympathy for a traitor," I say.

"I don’t owe you that. And I sure as hell don’t want it." He hesitated. His mouth opened like he wanted to argue. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked at me—really looked at me—and said, "Sometimes we judge too quickly. Without listening. That’s a dangerous thing, Alina." My blood boiled. "You don’t get to preach to me," I spat. "You don’t get to make yourself sound wise while I’m still picking up the pieces of my sanity. You. Don’t. Get. That." And with that, I shoved the door open and stormed into the room, slamming it shut behind me with a bang that shook the hinges.

I reprimanded him, hoping he’ll listen. “What did you say?” He said, his voice thick and unyielding. “I’m just looking out for you. You don’t know what kind of creep that guy is.” He answered, which made me even more angrier at him than I already am. “Will you stop judging everyone? You’re not that great yourself, yet you act so high and mighty. This is exactly the reason why your father doesn’t trust you. You don’t know how to handle your own feelings. You’re selfish.” I said, then I realized the weight of my words. I quickly covered my mouth and wanted to take it back but it seems the damage has already been done.

I growled " Why are you looking at me like that ? I'm not going to judge you because your mother just barged in the room and spoke words that were rancid with jealousy , you have already told me about her condition , and I am not gonna be appraising you because of that , of course I didn't like it , but its not your fault . You know , what kind of person I am , right ?" Right , I did knew what kind of person she was but that didn't change the fact that she has seen the first seat show of my insecurities lane , and I wished she didn't explain it anymore because the more she explained it the more I felt like she was actually trying to convince herself by repeatedly saying that she wasn't going