Depressed Sad Breakup Quotes Novels & Stories

"Let me get a word in, will you? She nodded to him to go on. “I AM SORRY. I’m sorry to have made you feel this way, like I don't care, like I haven't spent the past weeks longing to hold you, to love you. When you broke up with me, I wanted to die. I hadn't felt that way since Isabella's death. But you said you were going to stay by my side, I realized that having you with me like that was better than nothing. I settled for whatever I was going to get. That's what I meant when I said what I said about us not getting back together.”

Oh, there's another reason why I'm depressed". He said “Tell me". I said seriously. “Two days ago, my girlfriend said I wasn't cute anymore, so she broke up with me". He pouted, and I subconsciously squealed. He looked so cute. “Who cares if she thinks you ain't cute anymore? You are my Mr Cute Vampire". I chuckled.

he asked. I shook my head. “Not anymore.” He raised a brow. “Your boss sacked you?” I sighed and then I nodded. “Apparently, I am no longer recommended to stand within ten feet of people who are getting married.” “I can’t say I blame your boss,” he said. “You made this breakup the center of your universe, Ash. You have to stop this. You have to pull yourself together. Dwelling on what would have been will only make you twice the loser.”

Come on I want a breakup party. "Okay okay. Stop being over dramatic. I really feel bad sometimes for her." "Oh come on. Honestly speaking I don't see sadness on your face. You were looking so calm and satisfied and I thought everything was okay between you two but I am surprised how did this change happen?" "That's what I was telling you!!" "Let's forget this. Its your breakup so We should enjoy it. Come on we are going out for party. " "No I am good here. Come on."

All in all, I look like a pathetic loser who didn’t handle break up well. Releasing a heavy sigh, I splash water on my face hoping it will make me look less like I feel but it doesn’t. I stare at myself in the mirror, taking in the bags under my eyes and the deep creases on my forehead. I've been really stressed lately, and it seems like nothing is working out. Life is just bullshit, days after days of nothing but unfulfilling promises and desires. It hurts me so much that nothing is working out in my life. The one person I love the most left me and I don’t have anything left.

DAMSON •Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. •We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. •What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. The seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days. He groaned as he lifted himself from the chair he had previously been sitting on to make himself a cup of tea. He has been trying to come up with some quotes for his tribute but they all sounded shallow to him. He was running out of time and he still couldn't come up with anything. His eyebags were enough indication that he was not getting enough sleep and it was showing in his level of productivity.

As I entered the palace, I ignored the greetings from the workers as I made my way into my dimly lit room, the suffocating silence enveloped me like a shroud. The walls, once adorned with portraits of art works which gave me happy moments, now stared back at me with empty eyes. I sank onto my bed, the weight of my grief pressing me down. I felt sick, a wave of nausea crashing over me with each breath. The pain of the breakup was like a festering wound, throbbing with every beat of my broken heart. The room felt smaller, suffocating me as I gasped for air. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t even want to. She was gone due to my stupidity.

Amber spoke with seriousness, "I am fucking devastated, so devastated, destroyed and broken and dead from inside that I have become numb. I don;t have anymore tears left to cry, I don't have energy to be sad, I don't have the strength to endure depression, I have became numb to everything. I am smiling because I can't cry anymore, my tears have all dried up, I am not sitting in a corner and staring outside the window like a depressed soul that I am is because I have done that for a lot of years and I am done.

She had loved this face for so long, from the first innocent admiration to the deep, irreversible love she felt now. “You…” Carson cut her off. “You know what I mean. A breakup f*e. Do you want it?” Something shattered inside Jessica. She felt the fragments cutting into her chest, her organs, her very soul. Her voice trembled. “Did you really have to say that today?” Carson remained impassive. “Think it over. Let me know when you’ve decided.” To him, it was nothing more than a business transaction—a contract being terminated, compensation offered for the inconvenience.

ASHER * * Whenever I go through a bad break-up, there's usually three things that comes in mind to do. 1) Crash out. Just cry and listen to Olivia Rodrigo and ghost everyone for weeks 2) Drink till stupor. 3) Fuck I took the third option. Now there's something called Sober sex, you fuck the closest person around when you're sad, depressed or angry. I don't want to crash out, and I don't want to drink... sex is the only option left.