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Then the want to cry took over. Yes. Sobrang hirap. Halos mamatay na nga'ko noon dahil sa hirap. I had even undergone depression after that incident. I bit my lower lip hard then smiled bitterly at him. Him who had now look apologetic. "You can cry it out, Ms. Samantha. No need to stop it. Gagaan ang pakiramdam mo kapag nailabas mo na 'yang tinatago mong sakit diyan sa puso mo. Wag mong kimkimin. Mas lalo ka lang mahihirapan dahil diyan. Crying isn't making you weak, it was something that would make you feel fine. And it's something what would make you human.. and human do cry."

“You stay hating yourself for not doing anything even though you know that it's not that you're being useless, it's that there's nothing you can do but lay there and wait to feel normal again.” Hunter nodded. “I get you.” “So, when you see me acting like this, crazy, you might think, that's just me trying to stay happy. To keep the depression away.” Hunter didn't think that running red robots and trying to re-fuck someone that was working for her father was a good way of trying to stay out of the depression, but he didn't say anything. “I see someone. Twice a month when I'm normal and like twice a week when I'm depressed, and sometimes more when they think I'm becoming suicidal.”

Quentin inquired, "What if that person still has all their hobbies, goes out a lot, and occasionally acts provocatively? Also, they only occasionally have suicidal tendencies. Could they be depressed?" Exasperated, Zion adjusted his glasses. "I believe you might've misunderstood me, Mr. Lowe. Let me put it this way; depression steals the light from a person's eyes. Their minds are filled with sadness and negative thoughts, and they prefer to be alone. If you were to look at their brain waves, you'd notice abnormalities. But from what you're telling me, it sounds like that person is probably pretending to be depressed." Quentin fell silent. Zion suggested, "Well, why don't you install a surv

I said. Tomo stepped in and said, "the Jeagers are on his tail, he is not going away from the Kindom. So far he just locked himself up in his room and we think he is crying," Tomo said. "Who?" Alex asked. "Would you try going to comfort your friend Ariel he is seriously depressed this days," I said to Alex. "Why is he even depressed?" Alex asked. "You can go now, go talk to him," I said as ordered him out, he wasn't willing to go out but thanks to Maltilda we were able to push him out.

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“You’re right. I was indeed trying to mock him…” Eikichi then said with a saddened expression, “The video of Nanako’s defeat and how she had sustained the injury was widely spread all over Japan. The shocking part is that the Japanese respect her and love her, so she even has so many fans who wished her well and even defended her on the Internet. As for me…The whole of Japan is laughing at me! I’ve really humiliated myself beyond salvation…” As he was speaking, his mind began to crumble. The more he thought, the more he started to fall into depression and it was getting hard for him to hold back his sadness and tears.

I groan. "I didn't suck anything out of you. I absorbed negative energy. If anything you felt better." "You sucked my blood, like an asshole leech. You sucked the joy right out of me..." I know she's being dramatic, and I nearly chuckled at her until I noticed her shoulders shaking and the overwhelming depression surrounding her. I pull her back into my chest and her tears fall onto my forearms. I don't know what to say, so I say nothing. I just hold her to me tightly, and I bury my face in her hair. Her sadness does not stir my appetite as it does with others, but I feel uneasy.

Rohan's POV The pictures of Valerie's lifeless body flashed in my eyes, haunting me like a ghost. I couldn't shake off the image of her pale skin, her closed eyes, her still body. My mind kept replaying the scene, torturing me with the thought of what I had lost. Days passed, but I couldn't move on. I became withdrawn, depressed, and sad. My eyes turned bloodshot from lack of sleep, and bags formed under them from crying. My once strong and confident demeanor crumbled, leaving me a shell of my former self.

Elliott took a deep breath, fiddling with the frayed end of her jean jacket, it was cold in the doctor’s office, it seemed she left the Ac on full blast despite the light snow falling outside. She shrugged, a pathetic rise and fall of her shoulders “I feel like I’m depressed” Sybian sighed and clicked off her pen, giving the forlorn woman her full attention “Depression is not something to be taken lightly Elliott” Silence fell over the pair until she spoke up again, her voice a teary whisper “I’m not happy doctor” she paused to sniffle, wiping at the tears that welled over her eyes and dripped onto her sleeve, she watched the fabric absorb the moisture “I don’t feel happy in the slightest”

**TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains severe depression and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering.** Song: Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever Gabe Pain. I’m suffocating. Every breath in is shaky. Every breath out is ragged. Every breath I take is a painful reminder my mate no longer breathes. The stab wound reminds me how much I’ve failed. Her absence left a gaping hole in my chest, in my life. I can’t function.