Depressed Anime Quotes Novels & Stories

It is better to love and have lost than never to have loved, that’s what the saying goes. Jack have heard it so many times that he can’t hate it anymore. He doesn’t want to have lost, he doesn’t like that feeling and being honest he don’t understand it. At that time, he just thought that if one gave all love to a person, it would be fair for that person to give the same in return as well, but that did not work. His depression was such that he didn’t want to leave his room. Jack didn’t want to move, and he didn’t want to do anything at all.

Touching the long attracting ribbon, Heamillia whispered slightly teasing him, “You still can’t forget Haruto do you?” Zhi looked at her in his amber eyes filled with longing to the said person, and sullenly uttered in such a low voice, “Don’t mention what is obvious, even how I engrossed myself to the things am doing right now… that man, the most boring and dull person I knew… can’t leave my mind, he was living with my memories,” his lips suddenly curved in a bittersweet smile. After a few seconds he suddenly pinched Akane’s hand, leaning on his shoulder, punishing her for making him downhearted, and added, seeing her new dyed hair, “ You are also the same, you even mentioned her name.”

“I’m just going out for a bit, Ate Rose. I need some coffee.” “Coffee won’t help you sleep. Have warm milk; there’s some in the jar.” Ruth nodded, “Okay, sorry for waking you up.” “Don’t worry. We’re all worried about you. Mom keeps asking about you. She’s afraid you might do something drastic.” She scoffed, “Tiya Mening is exaggerating. I’m not thinking about that.” “Well, we don’t know. When a person is depressed, rational thinking goes out the window. Depression is a formidable foe, Ruth Mirabelle.”

I picked up and started reading the letter. _______________________________________ Letters left my Anastasia Dear diary, I probably don't want to write a letter, but it helps me to cope up with depression.. after the death of my parents. I know hurting myself is wrong so wrong but it keeps me relieved...so relieved that it takes all my pain..all my suffering, from inside my body.

But every evening I felt more and more depressed… “Yes, Ana. You screwed up everything! Now, you will come back to your dull, meaningless life, like nothing happened. Not to mention, you already said a big NO to Simon, if you didn't, you would at least a chance to work on your happiness. But now, there's no going back to that either!”

It hurt so much my knees gave out. My whole body shook. I stumbled toward my mother's room. It was empty. A single letter rested on the pillow. My hands trembled as I opened it. [Dear Wilde,] [Don't be sad. Mom is just going to see your dad again.] [Mara is right. A life-saving debt is the hardest debt to repay. She saved me twice. Without her, I would've died a long time ago. But that debt is mine, not yours.] [You have your own future ahead of you. Don't let gratitude become your chains. Keep moving forward. Live a happy life.]

I squat close to the toilet seat and throw up every death called alcohol. I clean my mouth and wash my hands. I stare at my reflection and take in a sharp breath. I barely could see that cute girl smile back. Just a depressed fella who's trying to breathe amidst other people. My phone vibrates at the back of my pocket. I unlocked it and the text message almost made me faint.