Depressed Anime Quotes Novels & Stories

Satisfied smiles and agreements. "Truly, depression is scary. I was so upset. I feel like... I was all alone by myself. I lose appetite and even my interest to things. I feel like---the whole world is against me. Rejecting me. I was confused. To my friends, why? I know how it hurts when you badly want to share your problems to somebody but what they returned was cold shoulders. It really hurts. Every minute, my thoughts are bugging me, and it makes me cry. It saddens my heart. I feel so lonely. The worst feeling is when you want to say something but can't because nobody will listen. There is nothing more painful to that. I feel so heavy. I feel so tired even though I'm not doing anything at

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 taking it day by day. Some are better than others." Alex nodded, his expression softening. "You've lost a lot of weight." It wasn't a question, so I didn't bother denying it. "I know. I'm trying to eat more." "Is it just stress, or...?" He left the question hanging. "The doctors call it situational depression," I admitted, turning to face him fully. "I'm on a waiting list for counseling, but apparently, 'my mate forgot I exist' isn't a standard case study in human psychology." I attempted a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

"I'm so lazy to be your punching bag, but the truth is that every time you hit me, it doesn't hurt me at all." "What do you want!!" I snapped, already very annoyed. "Hearing your honesty answered my question." "I already answered that I'm depressed, your hearing isn't good or what?" I looked at him sarcastically, I folded my arms across my chest. "Okay, I accept your answer if you are really depressed. But can you answer my question, what makes you depressed?"

Somehow, the sight of him struggling to speak was fuelling me with agitation and anxiousness. "I have something to say, but I'm not sure you'll like it," he admitted. My stomach pulled in a knot but I smiled either way, "Your honesty is deeply appreciated." "You smile a lot these days, your Highness," he pointed out with a watchful glance of my face. "It's strange. I just find myself doing it-" "It's a sign of something called 'depression'" he dropped it out there in a levelled and casual tone and all I could do was freeze and blink at him in shock.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: ~Avery: I opened my eyes, my body aching and my spirit broken. Depression gripped me tightly, suffocating any remnants of hope. Nightmares swirled in my mind, replaying the deaths I had caused, tormenting me relentlessly. I struggled to stay awake, but sleep seduced me once more. I’d had depressive episodes before, but this was something else. I was sucked back in to repeat the same cycle over and over.

I’ve heard that name from her many times before, but this is the first time that she told me that that Serene is also schizophrenic. “Really? Ano nangyari sa kan’ya?” She shrugged. “She’s damn depressed and she can’t admit it to herself. You know, nagkapatong-patong yung bigat ng loob niya. She decided to give up on her life. And while she’s planning to kill herself, an imaginary friend who contradicts her thoughts was made.” She smiled. “I even bought her book, Her Tranquility. Can you believe that one of the reasons that she’s depressed is that she can’t write the way she writes before? For her, writing is like breathing. If she can’t write, she feels like suffocating.” She heaved a deep s

I stuttered. He nodded. "I hate to say this but that's how I see it. You see, you are on a verge of being depressed because of your emotions you couldn't handle. I understand, the situation, the zombies are shaking you up. But that doesn't make a good excuse to be a distraction and a burden to your man. He may not say it, and he may not think you are a distraction to him, but you are."

“Yeah. I mean, two days ago I was miserable for a second. But now? I feel like a happy, mentally stable walnut.” Sophie stared. “A walnut.” “Yes.” “That’s your choice of metaphor.” “Do you not see the vision?” “No.” “Wow. Okay. Fake friend energy.” She laughed again and nudged my knee. “I’m serious though. You do seem good.” I nodded slowly, playing with the edge of the mat with my fingers. “Yeah I think I just stopped caring about the stupid stuff.” “Good,” she said. “Because honestly, you’re too dramatic for sadness.”