Memoriesssss

It’s not like I hate her... but maybe I felt jealous. Maybe that’s what made me angry. But I don’t even know why to be angry like, why? Why does someone else’s happiness make me angry? Why do I want to snatch their happiness... their wide smiles?
          	
          	Slowly, I’m becoming the villain of the story. The one who hates others’ happiness... just because he has none.
          	
          	I’m that villain now. 
          	
          	[ Lines From My Book ] Sometimes Confession Is Hard 

ShaliniChakraborty1

@Memoriesssss, That’s a deeply honest and relatable reflection—acknowledging those complicated feelings takes real courage. Your words capture the struggle between jealousy and self-awareness beautifully. It makes the character—and perhaps all of us—feel very human.
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Memoriesssss

It’s not like I hate her... but maybe I felt jealous. Maybe that’s what made me angry. But I don’t even know why to be angry like, why? Why does someone else’s happiness make me angry? Why do I want to snatch their happiness... their wide smiles?
          
          Slowly, I’m becoming the villain of the story. The one who hates others’ happiness... just because he has none.
          
          I’m that villain now. 
          
          [ Lines From My Book ] Sometimes Confession Is Hard 

ShaliniChakraborty1

@Memoriesssss, That’s a deeply honest and relatable reflection—acknowledging those complicated feelings takes real courage. Your words capture the struggle between jealousy and self-awareness beautifully. It makes the character—and perhaps all of us—feel very human.
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Memoriesssss

I never enjoyed being in crowds—not because I didn’t want to, but because they made me uncomfortable. They made me... silent. And slowly, I became silent even in my alone time. Silent around my family... around my boyfriend.
          
          Maybe that’s why he left me.
          
          
          
           [ Lines From My Book ] 

ShaliniChakraborty1

@Memoriesssss, That’s beautifully written and so heartfelt. It’s tough when silence grows inside us, but recognizing it is the first step toward healing. Keep sharing your truth—your words have a powerful impact.
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Memoriesssss

The suffering from sleeplessness is worse than anything. It depresses you, breaks you. I try hard to sleep, but it never comes early. It's 12 a.m., and I'm still awake. My eyes are closed, but my mind keeps running. I truly try to stop it, but... it never stops quickly. It takes time, slowly consumes me, and then finally gives me sleep—like I'm fighting for sleep with myself, with the other part of me that wants to stay awake and alert.
          
          Aria

Kashvir

@Memoriesssss I can totally relate 
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Memoriesssss

Wattpad readers meri book ki trf dekhte tk nhi </3

Kashvir

@Memoriesssss it's ok try to write yourself insta pr account vgera bna kr vha pr books ka video daal usa bhi reader mil jta hai. 
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Memoriesssss

@Kashvir Thanks, frustration to hoga hi itni mehnat kro aur koin read bhi nhi krta.. khud pr doubt hota hai  :( 
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Kashvir

@Memoriesssss don't write for vote and comment. Bcoz if you don't get them then you will be disappointed but write for yourself, for your peace. And try to contact with authors do v4v. After Sometimes readers will start noticing your book. 
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