Deeply Depressed Quotes Novels & Stories

It was pathetic of me to remember what I used to be because those moments and life have been a past memory long ago and there’s nothing which could save me from the upcoming mayhem. “I guess it’s the reason I could never give Leonel a chance, what happened at the Raymeyer is still stuck on my mind and nothing could compensate for the fright residing in my soul,” My lips quivering, falling into depression. I couldn’t bear it, it’s dripping to my core like a slow poison. “Lucille..” “Once.. Only once..” An empty smile came to my lips, staring at the clear sky with the Moon, no star enhancing its beauty, a strange beauty dispersing in the air, compelling everyone to come out and the one who lov

“If you refuse to talk about him, do you know that you won't get better? Holding it in keeps you stuck.” “I've told you so many times that I don't have a problem,” I said, my voice shaking a bit now. The anger mixed with something softer and sadder. “I am not depressed, and he isn't the cause of my depression. It's not like that.” But even as I said it, doubt crept in. Was it?

I couldn't let the world see how much Trent had broken me. But behind closed doors, I used to break down into tears. I used to have a bad breakdown that left me drained and numb. I was drowning. I was deep in depression. I was dead inside. And what was harder was the smile I used to fake for the world. The same world that mocked and ridiculed me. One time I came back home after I quit working at Pixel TV.

How will she go back home? She saw a bench at the road side and she took the seat there. The clouds started to get dark and within a few minutes it started to snow. "Everything's against me. What have I done so wrong in my life that my punishment isn't ending?" She complained. 'Just kill yourself. Zion will be happy, Daniel will be happy and who knows maybe you will get some happiness in the next life.' The subconscious whispers and these are the moments which make the depressed people take some hideous steps.

"They say I'm the one who's driving everyone away. It might be true. I went through periods that I don't recommend to anyone. I'm not just saying it physically, but psychologically as well. To this day there are days when all I want most in the world is to stop breathing. And that's terrible. I know. It's terrible that I'm wasting my life, while there are children who do everything to live and don't have the same conditions. But my head has become as big a mess as anything in my life. But they don't understand.” "Do you have depression? "Questioned the stranger. I shook my head, in doubt. "Well, most people who go to my bar believe that there is nothing more therapeutic than laughing while f

And you are staring. You are not depressed. Yet, maybe sometimes, you don’t want to live. Nothing serious. But you just imagine the world without your presence. And maybe, that is exactly where the problem starts. Even if you cannot figure out where it lays.

Christopher sat on the couch by the window, his solitary figure somehow making the room feel even emptier. Compared to the night before, he looked as though the last trace of life had been drained from him. His face was deathly pale, and the dark circles beneath his eyes had grown even more pronounced. Amelia's heart tightened, and the words she was about to say vanished. She stared at him, her lips parting as she struggled to find the words. "You..." As she struggled to continue, Jessica's words suddenly came back to her. His depression was already severe. That was right. He was sick.

I deserve everything going on now, it's all my fault, now karma is paying me back. I need her, but where will it come from? I am all on my own now, I have never felt these miserable. I don't have a single appetite to eat or take anything, I feel so not good. Since yesternight, I have not been myself at all, I have not been able to even take a sip of wine or water. I think I might be falling into depression, these is one of my darkest time. I have never felt so depressed and weak , I feel miserable and in all, I think I might deserve it all. I did this myself, I am now bearing the consequences.

“I want an answer; where is your boss, Mr. Smith?” Blood drips to the floor as the four Americans hang in pain upside down. Lucifer stands up as his tall, dark shadow approaches the guys hanging. Tilting his head sideways, he steps closer; the footsteps make their hearts pound. When Lucifer was around, depression took hold of your energy, particularly the positive. It starts to make you doubt your good days; even when everything seems to be going right, depression is like a cold hand and breath on your shoulder, reminding you it's still there. It reminds you that you're still its prisoner and can't escape.

but Chaos stopped me from continuing, knowing what I was about to say, “He’s a depressed idiot, with the cure within his reach but he’s too damn stupid to realize it.” “It’s hard to care about someone who won’t help themselves, huh?” Chaos’ forehead pressed against mine and he released a frustrated sigh, “Yeah. It is.”