Depressed Worthless Quotes Novels & Stories

"I get it Zee. I really do." "No, I do not think you do. Because you say that you get it, I mean the words do come out of your mouth. But I can not help think that you did not understand that. That you took the complete opposite instead. I know how you are, and I know how you do it. You are happy, and then one slip up, no matter how minimal it is. It knocks down everything that you have worked on. Or it takes down everything that you have worked for. It is not worth it. It is not worth your mental state of mind, neither is it worth you being miserable or worst than that. You thinking that you are not worth it. Because you are, I will keep saying it, until it gets cemented in to your head. Y

Stirred by the words but disconnected to their validity. “I’m nobody. I did what I needed to survive and that’s all, nothing any other girl like me wouldn’t have done in the same position. I’m not special or ‘exceptional’ I’m just … nothing. I’m not worth anything, not even close.” So much self-deprecation in the face of my bruised emotions, fuelled with his words that bring out only a heavy hollow pain that makes me want to cry. He frowns at me steadily, tilting my face to him with a finger under my chin and wipes my cheek with his thumb to remove the trace of my tear.

Words that defined me, that shaped me into the people's pleaser I was today. “I'm sorry. I didn't choose to be like this. I have starved. I have tried everything. It was not working. What else do I need to do?” Die. Die, you bitch. Die, you are a stain I can never wash away. I regret the day you were conceived. Haven't I tried that as well? Even that failed and I couldn't get an escape out of my worthless life. But would death really put an end to everything?

She did, " I feel depressed many times, especially when I remember the past, I become very upset. I feel so bad and ask myself- is this life worth living? Is it worth all the trouble Iam going through? Sometimes I feel worthless as If my life has been destroyed, there are times I just panic, my heart starts beating fast without any reason" Her mother took her hand in hers, " I understand how you feel, but feeling depressed and wondering if life has worth living is very dangerous, when there is life, there is hope and moreover you are not worthless, you have much value, you will get over these soon" Maria sighed " sometimes my mind wanders about and I begin to think of so many things, but I w

I knew it was wrong not to fully trust him, when he was doing so much for me with every passing day, but I couldn't help it, I couldn't help to over think and die with my thoughts, and I guess it was the work of my damn fucking depression, and demons. God, even though it might be so stupid of me to think this way, still a part of me still didn't like the fact that I was a burden, and being dependent on him.... Truthfully, a part of me really felt so worthless, and pathetic having to rely on Lucas so much as if he was born to look after a sick guy that was a mess like me, but no matter how I hated it, I didn't know how to say it to him without sounding ungrateful for all he was doing for me,

{~~Avery Sterling~~} I stood before the mirror, my reflection distorted by tears that streamed relentlessly down my cheeks. The sight of my own despair only intensified the ache within me. Each tear was a testament to my overwhelming sense of inadequacy, a reminder of a familiar pain that seemed to echo through the corridors of my past. Fuck, nobody likes an ugly crier. But have I ever been beautiful at anything? "Worthless," I whispered to my reflection, my voice trembling with raw emotion. "So fucking worthless."

“You bastard! You are worthless! Your life is worthless!” “Hahaha. Yes, he is just trash, just a service dog for those rich folks.” “Yes, yes, yes. It doesn’t matter if he dies. He is just trash.” “Oh… death is too easy…” Arghhhh!

He doesn't have to. "I understand." "Do you?" He steps closer and I step back automatically, hitting the counter. He leans in. "Because sometimes I think you're just too fucking stupid to..." "I understand," I interrupt. "I won't embarrass you. I promise." He stares at me, deciding. Finally, he steps back. "You're worthless. Say it." My chest caves in. "Ethan, please..." "Say it." "I'm..." The words stick. "I'm worthless." "Again."

Fvck you to the moon, Dave. Somehow, I felt worthless in everything. Because when it comes to him, I am still very worthless — a useless person who is only useful in bed.

I'm just a mistake, waste of an egg, waste of a sperm, waste of oxygen, waste of water, waste of food, waste of money, waste, just waste, nothing more, nothing better than a waste, a waste where even flies don't come for food, yes I'm that useless I just wanna fucking die but I'm too pathetic, a fucking coward I wish I was never born I don't wanna exist, why me? Out of all people I just wanna die FUCK WHY WON'T I JUST DIE WHY AM I A FUCKING PATHETIC USELESS WASTE OF SPACE... FUCKING TRASH I looked up at Luke changing my mind about sleeping. I opened the TV, put on a random show. I don't know exactly what I want "Are you okay?" Luke asked me, "Do you feel hurt?"