You Don T Judge Me Cause I Got Issues Novels & Stories

I could tell what was running through their minds from the reactions on their faces. “And did you know why I couldn’t share it with y’all?” I asked them angrily. “It’s because of this, y’all are always quick to judge, when I traveled far and wide for us you never came to question or ask me questions on how I made it possible. But here I am today for the first time sharing my after so much thought I decided to share my problem with you all and this is all I get?” I question them, angrily. “It so saddened my heart to see that just one fall and my people are already criticizing me.”

Not that I wasn’t being judged, but I feel like I will never be worthy of anything. “You are not even qualified to breathe out my last name,” he boomed. “Lexi, come and take this trash out of my office,” he said over the intercom. Did he just call me trash? I burst into tears in front of him. I cursed ever being 18; perhaps if I had been older, I would not have cried in response to such insults. How can he call me garbage when he has never met me? He knows nothing about me, and yet he fucking judges me. As Lexi entered his office, the last thing I heard from Mr. Lombardi was,

That word seemed to be a trigger for the emotions I was trying to calm down. I poked his chest. "I've been there!" I shouted; tears were already streaming down my face. "How people judge me, how they repeatedly defame my name despite what I do, how they always talked ill against me, I've experienced it all! And bullsh*! That's not just a problem, Agustine!"

“You are just saying it. When it happens, you will feel bad about it and maybe recent me a bit.” “I know what you are thinking, but don’t think it that way. We are going to work out the problem together.”

I paused, biting my lower lip. "Why aren't you asking me about it?" “First of all, you are not a child. You are a full-grown adult who knows what is best for her. Also, we just met. It would be dumb of me to meddle in your business without precaution. Please take your time and feel free to talk to me whenever you wish to." My eyes watered, "thank you." “Why are you thanking me?" "For not judging me." She spread out her arms, embracing me gently. "I would never do that. We all have stories to tell. Anyone who judges the other is nothing short of a hypocrite. Don't doubt yourself for anyone. As long as I live, I will always have your back. Trust me."

On the last day before college entrance exams, Tristan Kelley, the most popular guy in class, let out an ear-splitting shout. "Everyone, skip the exam! Sage will pay out 50 million dollars!" He held up his phone, showing an insurance agreement he had signed with Sage, the AI chatbot, for everyone to see. All we had to do was miss the exam and we would receive 50 million dollars in compensation. "We're all bound for the best universities. In the worst case, we can retake the exam next year. "This is 50 million dollars. Do you think you'll ever see that kind of money in your life?" In my previous life, I called the police right away. I explained until I was blue in the face that Sage was j

I nod. “One more thing. If I do tell you about someone's threads. I need you to promise you will try your best not to judge them. No one is perfect and sometimes the threads get tangled and mixed up and will take time to sort themselves out. It is easy to be frustrated with people when you feel they are making the wrong decisions, but you have to remember they don't know. Do you understand?” “I understand. I can't judge anyone anyway. It's not like I have my life all figured out.” he states. I nod.

“I honestly feel that my life is falling apart, and maybe I am being punished after all of the sins that I did.” There was a long silence after I said that, though I didn’t really expect him to say anything at all. In fact, I was already feeling a little ashamed. Isaac has seen too much of my vulnerable side, I wouldn’t even be surprised that he’d end up disliking me after all the trouble I caused. I am a problematic person who has a lot of issues in life, that’s for sure.

“You may tell me about your issues. I won’t judge you if that’s what you’re thinking.” I waited for many minutes until she calmed down and when she looked at me, “Thank you for saving my life, but I don’t think I can’t live anymore.” My forehead wrinkled as a reaction to what I learned, and I was fascinated. I wanted to hear what she was dealing with so I could give her some advice, even if I couldn’t give myself any. “Why?”

“You want control. You walk in here, take over everything, and suddenly you’re judging everyone’s choices.” “That’s not true.” “It is,” I insisted. “And I won’t let you do this. I won’t let you tear us apart.” His eyes darkened. “You think I’m the problem.” “I know you’re causing problems,” I replied. “Nicole—” “No,” I cut him off. “You don’t get to say my name like that. Not when you’re standing there acting like you don’t know what you’re doing.” I took a breath, trying to steady myself. “Liam has his flaws. I know that. But he’s been there for me. He helped me when I needed it. He didn’t judge me. He didn’t make me feel small.”