You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tried to take up as little space as possible in this room that wasn't really mine, in this life that wasn't really mine either. In time you will be fine. I wanted to believe him. But mostly I just felt alone.

I nodded my head and saw him get lost in the darkness of the night and the light of some of the lamps when he crossed under his face, at that moment I realized one thing, and the worst thing I did was to think about it at that very moment. —I'm definitely alone. There was when I understood Grandma's words Everything will change for you and I really feel that it will only be the beginning of this whole storm.

Carissa's POV “Don’t you feel lonely?” I asked cautiously. Dylan thought for a moment. “Sometimes, yes. But over time, I got used to it. Loneliness… isn’t an enemy, more like an old friend that comes and goes.” I gripped the pillow tighter. “I understand what you mean.” He turned his head and looked at me. “Do you feel the same way?” I took a deep breath. “Yes. I often feel that way. There are moments when I’m surrounded by people, but I still feel alone. Oddly enough, there are moments when I’m alone, but I feel full.”

"Do you think people just walk and walk through life, only to realize at some unknown point that they are completely alone?" After thinking for a moment, I started laughing again: "Well, isn't that pretty good too? "Like right now, I only have to worry about Paigey. Being all alone means that when it's my time to go, at least I won't have so many attachments holding me back, right?"

I've been gone from California for nearly 48 hours and now I'm just here, all alone. Does anyone know what its like to feel completely alone? Even around people you have known for years but know that they don’t give a damn about what’s going on inside. That even when you feel you’re at your best you can’t seem to do anything right. Everything you do just doesn’t work out. You try your hardest and still fail. And no one is there to pick back up the broken pieces. Loneliness is a horrible thing. It’s a cold feeling. No one should ever have to feel lonely. It consumes you slowly shaking you.

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

“You’ve… been tired a lot recently.” Three weeks straight I’ve been sleepwalking through life. Since leaving Ocotillo Valley behind. I managed to be upbeat through rehearsals since the guys were giving me shit about my “marriage”. I got to pretend for a little bit I was happy and in love. Every night I returned home alone, though, was a reality check. I am once again alone. What makes this version of alone worse though is I was so close to not being alone. There was a possibility my life was about to change.

~~~ *** ~~SERENA~~ *** Being alone means learning how to party on your own. And not just the kind of party where you’re scrolling through your phone in bed with your legs tangled in a blanket and crumbs from a chocolate bar stuck to your collarbone. No. This is a full-blown, stand-on-the-coffee-table, blast-the-record-player party. Sober. Alone.

That's why at the end of the day, all I just have to count on is me, myself, and I. Yes, just me alone.

The network had sent a message designed to make me feel alone in this room with a decision that was impossible. I was not alone. I had not been alone for a long time. I just had not finished understanding that until tonight. "Tomorrow," I said. "Tomorrow," he said.