Depressed Worthless Quotes Novels & Stories

I stutter “You are what, useless, a waste of space, unlovable, brain dead, ugly. I could go on. But it would be a waste of my breath. You are telling us you are just walking around out there like some pathetic loser. Because we both know no one would want to be with you. Your father and I are the only people who would ever put up with you and yet you can’t even thank us by giving us our fair share of your wages” “My wages, I can’t give you those. I need them”

Pitiable. I feel like not getting up from the couch this very time. I'm too weak. Physically, mentally, spiritually, and in any way whatever. But I have to get to the restaurant. This is the worst day ever. Worst. This day started cheerfully but has ended up depressing. I don't know what else to do. I'm lost in Kent's cruelty. I'm stuck in his parlous intentions. I know. I was born to be courageous, but I was also born to be laden like this. What a fluid life. I'm tutting over it.

I shook my head, my lips curling inward to hide how badly they were shaking, though my chin was still trembling violently. "You're just so perfect, aren't you?" I whispered, "You never make a mistake. You never mess up. You're this big, successful businessman in your own right. You didn't even need your family's backing to build a whole empire on your own. And look at me. I'm nothing. I'm a complete mess on the floor, and you get to stand there and watch me get my toys taken away by my mommy. Go ahead and laugh, Raphael! Tell me how pathetic I look! Tell me I'm useless! Tell me I am a worthless void! That's your favorite thing to do anyway, isn't it?!"

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

And then, finally, his voice broke. “I can’t do this,” he whispered. His head dipped forward, and I felt his breath against my neck, shaky. “I can’t… It’s never enough. No matter how hard I try, it’s never enough.” My heart ached at the vulnerability in his words. “What do you mean?” I asked softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Nicholas, talk to me. I’m here.” He let out a shuddering breath "Do you know what it’s like to be told every day that you’re worthless unless you’re perfect?”

I said For deep down I knew, I couldn't bear the atmosphere and all that had happened. And I think he knew it too, giving me a tight hug as if I were his cousin James. Genuine care it was, I see him in you ' he said. And I feel her around us, watching in amazement. I got to know him personally when I hit my depression phase. He'd say something like "we are a dying generation, but that doesn't necessarily mean we aren't worthy of a life filled with joy and happiness. And now I think, I understand what he might have meant.

She couldn't trust her; she couldn't trust anyone…she didn't trust her or herself. And with depression taking over her being, she ran off, bumping into some bodies, but without taking them into account. She cried desperately, empty, feeling useless and miserable. She did not recognize herself, she could not do it, she had never been valued or loved, and a being without receiving affection... was equal to nothing.

The only way for me to get his attention is by doing something wrong – then he shows me his undivided attention. This time though – I just give up. I lay my head against the wall and I let my eyes close – I feel hot tears just flow slowly down my face as I slowly drift off to sleep. I just wish this hell could be over. No person should ever feel this worthless , this used , this lonely or this miserable. He fucked me…

Worthless. The lights in the bathroom flickered steadily, its constant flashes made the occupant of the cluttered restroom sigh in frustration, his eyes blinked but remained closed. Closed to the world he wanted nothing to do with anymore. Closed to its madness and chaos. Closed to its pollution and inhumanity. Closed to his miserable existence, his run-down apartment, and his worthlessness. Hopeless.