Depressed Lonely Quotes Novels & Stories

I am tired of fighting the depression within me, no one even knew that I felt depressed. I always felt like this when I am alone, thinking of Gale’s kisses always made me feel alone. Is this the kind of life that I will leave after my chemotherapy, I will have every single thing that the world yearns for ‘ cars, houses, all the money yet my fear will always leave with me. I still will be lonely without even the man that loves or let’s say loved me. I don’t deserve to live at all, what’s left for me in this world to look up to.

Their laughter and sweet words, exchanged in the other room, intensified my sense of loss and loneliness. I lay on my bed, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. The soft sobs escaped my lips, mingling with the muffled sounds of their joyful conversation, further reminding me of just how alone I felt in that darkness. I couldn't bear it any longer and decided to went out.

Things didn't didn't get any better as the day wore on. But thankfully thankfully didn't get worse either, that would have been pretty worse and I wouldn't want that to happen anytime soon. Sometimes when I couldn't bear the loneliness, that plagued me and the depression that I was gradually sinking into, I would find myself talking to nobody but myself. It felt like I had gone insane and lost my mind but there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The constant changes in his environment, the endless stream of new faces and unfamiliar places, had left him feeling disconnected, lost, and alone. His loneliness was a palpable, suffocating presence, a heavy mist that clung to him like a shroud. I felt his despair, a yawning chasm that seemed to stretch out before him like an endless, dark sea. It was as if he was drowning in his own emotions, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. The desperation of his situation was crushing, making it hard for me to breathe, as if I was submerged in the depths of his sorrow, with no escape in sight.

I started pouring out my heart on this diary in front of me. Dear diary .. Quiet. One word that describes my heart right now. I feel very lonely, no one is accompanying me at this time. If you were still alive, you would be with me now. When I'm alone I always remember you, I open photos and videos when with you. My heart is very broken when I remember all the events that I can not repeat. I want you to be here today, accompany me when I feel lonely, hold me when I am vulnerable, and laugh with me like before.

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

Some would say—betrayal—by putting their trust in people who destroy it into minuscule pieces. Some would say—depression—because with it come thousands of emotions, leaving the mind in psychological torment. Some would say—loneliness: because of not having any person, friends, or anyone to talk to who actually would want to listen to what you wanted to say, as you matter to them.

But no matter how successful I become deep down inside, I still feel empty. For the past years, I tried to be hopeful and positive, but I have reached my breaking point. Depression and anxiety are taking over me because my loneliness is killing me. I lose hope and wanted to give up. My will to live is gone, and I no longer want to continue my life.

It's just me. I am so lonely.

NATALIA’S POV ONE WEEK LATER… Life had been well….just low. There was no better word to describe it than that. I could pretty much say I was depressed, I slipped in and out of a lot of time during the day. At one point I was crying and at the other, I was contented with my life. I could also say I was lonely. Leaving alone for a week with no word spoken to anyone would get to my head once in a while I would find myself missing my mates, yearning to see them.