Depressed Sad Breakup Quotes Novels & Stories

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

he said through clenched teeth, “to stop saying that bullshit. If sorry fixed everything, Jace would have forgiven you already. But he didn’t, did he? Because you’re worthless.” He was right, but I still wanted to show him how sorry I was. “Since you’re useless to me now...” He paused, and I felt my heart stop. “Let’s break up.” The world tilted. Everything went sideways. I felt like a thousand knives had been stabbed into my heart all at once. I couldn’t breathe. “W-what...” I stammered, my voice shaking so hard I could barely get the words out. “What are you saying?”

emoji. Logan replied, "No, don't overthink it. This is my problem." I rolled my eyes. It was the same tired breakup line every jerk used, with nothing original about it. Once I was done ranting in my head, I slipped into my sweetest, most innocent act and sent a dramatic crying sticker. "You don't have to comfort me. I know I'm not good enough for you. You deserve someone better. I wish you a happy life." Logan went still, his chest tightening before he even knew why.

Tears began to well up again, but I blinked them back, pouring myself another drink. So this is why people drink after a breakup, I thought. To numb the thoughts in your head and forget the way your heart squeezed like it's almost a physical pain. I raised my glass in a mock toast to the empty seat opposite me. "To true love," I muttered. "May it rot in hell."

"Even when you're not around anymore, I'm still making stupid excuses..." Her body kept shaking until her laughter turned to heart wrenching sobs till the roses fell out of her hand and then it began to drizzle. "I'm pathetic...aren't I Marcus?I'm just a pathetic loser...why did you have to fall in love with someone like me eh?" But there was no response, there would never be. "It's been three years! Three years and yet I'm still as broken as the day this cruel world took you from me...i just want you back...please..."

This made her recall something she'd read online. "There are times when you feel sad after a breakup not because the other person stopped loving you, but because you feel sorry for yourself for investing so much into a relationship for so long." "What are you thinking about?" David's icy voice interrupted Rebecca from her daydreaming. "Since when do you care?" she turned to him and replied haughtily. She didn't bother to continue pretending in front of this crazy bastard since he was an utter lunatic! It didn't matter what she did, she would end up being his toy. So, she thought it was better to relax and not worry about it anymore.

Audrey, If you've found this letter, it must mean I'm dead... right? I'm sorry I treated you like shit. You don't deserve that. You deserve someone who will love you with all your heart and I'm sorry that I couldn't be the one. I'm sorry I broke our pact but please, please, please don't kill yourself. I have nothing left to live for. I feel like a weight on your shoulders, consistently pulling you down. I can't be that. You deserve so much more. I'm sorry I was so toxic towards you. Trust me, you'll be so much happier without me.

Those were the words she mentioned as she did that. I shook my head at her craziness, "Childish," and muttered that. She wasn't helping me to get rid of this rueful mood. I missed my baby! “You only miss your lover when you let him go”, was the quote that jerked into my senses. I felt guilty, but I tried to brush off any form of guilt. It wasn't like it was my fault that we had to break up. It was his mom and Kathleen's fault. Or wait, should I text him instead? He wouldn't ignore that, right? Even if he would, I should at least try.

It's just that my feelings are sometimes unpredictable. "Then how can you act like that? You guys look like friends in general. Or maybe you've given up on fate?" "Love may not always keep us together. Deri is not my soul mate so I have to find another one. My world will not end just because of a breakup." I'm talking saraya put on a wise face. “Don't be pretentious. I know you must be heart broken." "Then cheer me up." "Ok, let's cook pancakes."

“The guy everyone loved. The one who smiled for cameras and made everyone proud. That guy’s gone.” I took his hand. “Then don’t be him. Be the one who survived.” He looked down at our hands, then at me. “Why are you doing this? You told me it was over.” I swallowed. “It still is.” He gave a broken laugh. “You’re terrible at breakups.” “I’m worse at funerals,” I whispered. That shut him up. His shoulders sagged, the weight of everything pressing down. “Come on,” I said softly. “Let’s get you out of the rain.”