Novel & Cerita Depressed Worthless Quotes

It will disappear. "Late but at did. You showed that rich people are worthless and careless existence. Who don't have any worth apart from money. And they don't care about someone else apart from money. I wish my daughter was here to listen to your crap," He gritted on his words,"She is not an apartment you can buy within a week or a clothes hanging on sale. You can never have her, not until I'm alive. "

“Why can't you just let me be? Why have you decided to make my life miserable and torture me every single time?” “Because you don't deserve anything good.” She snarled. “You're a worthless piece of shit that has no place in this world. If mum and dad have never told you, I regret the day you came into our lives. Mother should have left you to die in the hands of your worthless….”

I needed to remind her of her place. “Look at you,” she scoffed. “You’re like a little hamster trying to bite through its cage. You’re pathetic, Marcus. You’ve lost your job, you’ve lost your family and now you’ve lost the public’s perception of you. What more do you have to offer? You’re nothing. You’re a worthless piece of crap who doesn’t deserve anything better in life.” “You think you’re brave saying all this to me?” I growled. “You’re lucky these handcuffs are here. Otherwise…”

It was obvious he was weary the moment he gulped the shot. “Only sad folks drink that way.” I said, rubbing my palm against my forehead. That was the hypocrisy I exhibited when I myself was sad and drunk. “Nah, I'm way more than that. Just disappointed.” “In who?” He gulped another, “In what?, you should ask.” “I'm all ears.” I wrestled with my woven bracelet. “Disappointed in that thing called love. Love is shit.” He chuckled. A chuckle that one could easily tell he was depressed and in extreme pain. Emotional pain.”Cheers to us that believe love sucks.”

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

“She’s not worth it. She’s nothing. You’re everything. You hear me? You’re still here. We’re still here.” But I wasn’t. Not really. The depression hit like a truck after that. Days blurred into weeks, hospital to home, home to couch, couch to bed. Rowan was a saint cooking terrible soup , massaging my feet when they cramped from lying around too much, bringing me tea I didn’t drink, telling stupid jokes that made me want to punch him and hug him at the same time. But inside it was just black. Heavy. Endless.

Fuck what am I going to do? "go on keep going",is voiced in my head. I sit sadly as the door opens and my family rushes in. I can't smile as they look happy to see me awake all I feel is defeated. I feel worthless. Totally worthless.

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

She hung up in my face and never answered the phone for me again either. The thoughts of my past caused my emotions to run on high, as I sped through the blocks of the ritzy suburban neighborhood. I was nearly crying while I smoked and blasted Alicia Keys, “A Woman’s Worth” driving like I was 21 and worriless again. My days had gotten longer, nights shorter drifting from partner to partner and I was starting to feel worthless and needed the encouragement of song lyrics to lift my spirits.

“You know what happens when you repeatedly tell a child they’re worthless and beneath garbage?” She raised her head to meet my gaze. “They grow up to believe that’s all they’ll ever be. Garbage. That’s what I am. Worthless garbage who only trudges bad luck along with her.” Each demeaning word she directed towards herself felt like a twist of the knife in my chest. Her eyes seemed empty, like she’d long since accepted that fact. And it made my stomach churn. “I’m just a black hole, Lucian,” The smile on her face was the final nail on the coffin. “All I do is suck in everything good.”