Depressed Short Sad Quotes Novels & Stories

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

His words still float and often made me dizzy every time my chest feels the sheer pressure and my tears fall showing them what a loser I am. "Ella, honey, I'm sorry I didn't mean..." Jacqueline hugged me and I sunk back into my depression. Gemma had asked if I want to go back to my parents but I shook my head and looked at my empty wall. I never look myself in the mirror, I knew I lose weight because all of my clothes were getting too big for me. But I was not hungry, I was not in the mood for talking, I just want to sleep and paint, and imagine my empty wall.

I found myself huddled up on my bed after a long, cold shower. I stared sullenly at the wisteria and aster-printed duvet, absentmindedly. I wasn't weeping anymore, I was simply sad and depressed. My heart was heavy and there was a thick lump in my throat. I hadn't seen or heard from Drix for over three hours and it increased my sadness and at the same time, I was glad. I didn't think I could handle seeing him for now. I just wanted to be alone until I could convince myself that I'm okay.

sad, and the worst kind that was similar like the sadness I had when my father died, even though I don't really know why it fucking hurts, and why it pains me so much that him, that shitty Lucas was just like the rest, but it burnt me, and again, again I feel depressed, useless, God I was the biggest fool in the whole wide world, cause what was I thinking, why did I ever thought he could ever for once like a trash like me, WHY! Why do I wish he didn't send me that text... Why do I wish that the truth wasn't that he hesitated, and finally realized that it wasn't probably worth it to be with a guy like me... Why!!! Am I that shitty?... Am I that useless?... Why is it always I who get to burn..

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 grab my chest and let out a loud scream, hoping for relief, but none comes. I walk about the room, downing the mini-bottle of vodka. Dangerous ideas are running through my mind. My mind is shifting from sadness to anger. I can't keep staying in this room, feeling depressed and alone. I won't spend the rest of the night focusing on what could have been. I can't keep focusing on my heartbreak. I need to do something to forget what this day has become. I need to feel something else. I need a distraction. “Fuck being sad.”

How can I be so lucky in such an unlucky time? "You look happy..." Grammy says when I enter the house. Yes, I'm trying to be happy. I'm not happy but being happy and acting happy is the only choice I've got in such a depressing time. Because if I don't act or try to be happy, I'll surely drown in depression. " I got a new phone," I shriek in excitement. "You bought it?" Asks Grammy. "No. Kyle did." "That nice 'friend'?" Why the hell does she put 'friend' in quotes?

I feel like I'm slipping into depression and there's no one out to see it. I feel so alone and broken I have never felt this way before. Why is it all happening? Is it my fault? Atleast give me a reason, for what am I blaming myself for? I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. I just need a long tight hug. To cry my eyes out.. But when I look around I have no one to rely on I have stopped talking lately and no one seems to notice that I have been quite lately...

I squat close to the toilet seat and throw up every death called alcohol. I clean my mouth and wash my hands. I stare at my reflection and take in a sharp breath. I barely could see that cute girl smile back. Just a depressed fella who's trying to breathe amidst other people. My phone vibrates at the back of my pocket. I unlocked it and the text message almost made me faint.

[Apple] Despair is deeper than sadness--it is the feeling of no longer having hope. As I sob on the cold, hard ground, my body seizes with loss. What will I do without Sylvester? Is this little spark of life all that remains of my mate and our love? Will I end up like my mother, alone with a child, still in love with my mate but unable to be with him, mourning him for the rest of my life until I die of depression?