Introduction

Hi everyone!

This book consists of little One Shots that I wrote way back. They revolve around love, hope and the little emotions that our lives revolve around. 

Every character is entirely made up and possibly inspired by real people and real events. 

Thank you so much for reading.

 

-Alice

Insecurities

Insecurities.

We all know the word and the meaning behind it. We all have some. And you know the ‘thing’ that makes insecurities so damn special? To surpass them helps us grow. Not physically, but mentally.

Insecurities can be caused by everyone; your friends, your family, a stranger, and of course, yourself. Why? Because we’re human. We have fears, feelings, emotions. We’re not controlled robots and react to what people say, whether we admit it to them, to ourselves, or not, we do. And as much as I find myself wishing not to care, I do. We all do. We care about what others say. Why? The same reason, we can’t survive alone. We want to be loved for who we are, to be understood, to be with ‘someone’.

Someone who says they want to be ‘alone’, is either lying, or stronger than most people would ever be, because, it is true, most people would not survive on their own. They just can’t and that shows their humanity.

One glance at you – and you misunderstand that look of curiosity for something like disgust on your account and feel insecure. Why? Because what the person opposite thinks is important. You don’t want to be disliked, well, who does?!

One whisper from across the room – and you read that as a sign that people are gossiping about your new haircut, your clothes that suddenly look awful on you, your voice that sounds randomly weird, your face that just doesn’t look as perfect as all the others do. You get insecure.

One head turning away – you could understand that as a sign of people disgusted with you and not wanting to see you at all.

All it takes is one move of another person to cause your insecurities, but that is only… yeah, why is that?

It’s because YOU are not satisfied with yourself and tend to believe the worst, because you doubt yourself… it’s really a human reaction.

Insecurities can occur on a daily basis and it is your very own duty to surpass them and grow upon. Just remember, you’re not the only one. You’re not the only one dealing with ‘daily problems’ and you are definitely not alone of being insecure in life.

How to change that?

Start with accepting yourself for who you are. Be proud of who you have become within the years that passed in your life. Be happy upon your achievements (small or big ones, they all matter and shaped you into the person you are today). Believe in yourself and your own abilities, because nothing is stronger than that.

Embrace yourself. Love yourself for who you are.

It sounds like a lot, but truthfully, it’s just one thing, to accept yourself and the rest comes by itself. You are special. You just have to realize it.

Now you could wonder why I wrote this?

It could be to cheer myself up. It could be, to make anyone that needs it, to feel better. It could be my randomness taking over. It could be me sharing my thoughts with the world. Whatever you want it to be, it is.

But take my words into consideration, they are all true.

You are so so special. And you just need one person to open your eyes for that. Be it a stranger like me, a person you love, anyone can do it. You just have to let them do it. 

 

 

Insecuries, doubts, pressure, fear... life is scary, but just remember, you're not the only one going through everything. 

The Boy That Broke My Heart

I am the first in class, like every day. Glancing at each of the tables I come to realize that I’ve been in this city for almost two months already, have attended this school and the lesson that is about to start just as long, but I still don’t manage to remember anyone’s name in this class.

Why is that? Easy, because he was in this class. Harry Tylers.

Having him in this class basically presumed that I would not pay attention to anything or anyone, but the mesmerizing boy with the sparkling emerald orbs and the dazzling smile with the knees-going-weak side-effect.

It was pretty obvious that Harry was one of the heartthrobs, I’ve been warned about from the very start, but I refused to listen. He’s got pretty much everything that guys wanted to have and girls wanted in a guy – the perfect mixture of bad boy, general heartthrob and charmer.

Falling for him was easy and natural – like breathing. It’s safe to say that I’ve fallen for him the moment he stepped into the room. I wasn’t that shallow to have loved him for his looks only, but he’s got that something that no one else had. He was simply different.

Looking back I still can’t believe I was stupid enough to fall for such a damn jackass.

What did I ever see in his character? There is no denying that he is just gorgeous and far too irresistible for his own good, but what was it that he had that was so enchanting? In retrospect he was just an average—

My thoughts are interrupted by a door slamming. Looking up, I meet eyes with fluid emerald that sparkles with slight jade. Oh yeah, now I remember what I saw in him. What I still see. It’s Harry after all.

Confidently he enters the room, shooting me a smile, as he sees me, at his arm a new girl. I faintly knew her face from this class. She had straight blond hair, going to her chest and side bangs.

That used to be me, I think and don’t know whether to laugh or cry about that thought. Harry was all I ever wanted and when we dated, I felt like on top of the world – like the most lucky person on earth. The luck didn’t last too long, though. The days we spend together were utterly bliss for me, but looking back to those moments, I can’t say the same for Harry.

Yes, he was charming and incredible handsome, as always, but when remembering the break-up, I can’t say he was happy in our brief relationship. Two weeks. Two weeks was how long we’ve lasted. Could that even count as a relationship? Could it?

I don’t know, but truthfully, it counts to me. I don’t like admitting it, but Harry Styles is who I consider my first love. It took him only one month to completely win my heart and make me dream about him. It took him 2 more weeks to date and then break me. It took him just one more week, adding to that, to have another girl at his arm. Her name is Jenna.

Jenna is blond, with long-tanned legs, ash-blond hair and half of her face not visible due to the heavy make-up. She is pretty nonetheless, but one could hardly see her beauty below all the make-up.

“Mornin’ Bella.” Another thing about Harry. He treats all the girls he briefly dated like he never did. He greets them like normal classmates, exchanging smiles and words, but no longer pretending to care. Yeah, I use the word ‘pretend’, because now observing Harry and no longer blinded by love, it wasn’t hard to see that it was a general routine for him.

Winning the girl’s heart, dating her shortly, breaking her after a short period of time and going off to the next. It’s how he rolls. It’s always been this way – according to my friends that I refused listening to, because I just desperately clung to the hope that Harry was different. Stupid, stupid me.

I couldn’t reply anything to him, because my throat was tight. Watching him with someone else, two weeks after

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.02.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7309-8059-0

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