Depressed Worthless Quotes Novels & Stories

she responded dejectedly. "And what is your worth?" Lesley couldn't answer right away. The words were too painful to utter. "Nothing... I have no value..." she bitterly said while wiping her tears. "All of them can live happily without me. But I... I-I can't live without them..." Maridona pressed her lips tightly, sharing her pain. "I'm so pathetic..." she added.

Depressed: (of a person) in a state of general unhappiness or despondency. Lowell My heart was beating so fucking fast. Humiliation poured like cold freezing water when I realized that I told everyone my life story. What humiliated me the most was the look on Tessa's face. Fuck. I hated her pity expression. I didn't want it. Not from her, not from anyone.

He stood beside me on the porch, watching the surroundings. "I thought Zeb would die—too much depression had been in his mind and soul." There were no days that he wasn't under the influence of alcohol. There were no times that he wasn't involved in troubles at the bar, on the road, and even at work. He got fired so many times. His life became miserable. His life became worthless." "I'm sorry—"

“YES! I am a fool for loving a hideous beast like him! Yes! I am stupid! Imbecile! Pathetic! Good for nothing freak who only screams, and cry. Do you hear me?! I am nothing without Ethan by my side!” Drawn-out silence occupied the field. I felt my hair was blown away because of the sudden change of air current. “I am weak without Ethan! I am useless without Ethan! I am worthless without Ethan! And most of all, I would be dead without Ethan!” Please, hear me. Please, listen to my words.

saying that, he left. A sudden cry bubbled up from my throat at the realization of his words hit me all at once. I slid down the wall, holding my head in my hands. Tears rained down my face at lightning speed. “What do you possibly have to live for?” “You are worthless, I could kill you right now and no one will even care.” “You're ours to do as we please...” “You know no one gives a fuck about you and you're still trying all this shit to survive”

It hurt so much my knees gave out. My whole body shook. I stumbled toward my mother's room. It was empty. A single letter rested on the pillow. My hands trembled as I opened it. [Dear Wilde,] [Don't be sad. Mom is just going to see your dad again.] [Mara is right. A life-saving debt is the hardest debt to repay. She saved me twice. Without her, I would've died a long time ago. But that debt is mine, not yours.] [You have your own future ahead of you. Don't let gratitude become your chains. Keep moving forward. Live a happy life.]

I didn't understand how such a photograph could exist. 'I know,' he answered. I took a deep breath. "Well, I'm a fool. Everyone deceives me so easily, I said bitterly. 'We were only victims of circumstances and of people who were not worth it,' he said to me. I fell on the floor and began to breathe deeply. I had wasted months of my life on something that wasn't worth it. And though I didn't love Debbie, it hurt me to have seen my face as an idiot, for I had entrusted my grief to her, and she only took advantage of my vulnerability.

I opened my eyes again as I raised my upper body, staring at my reflection at the french window. “Hati, each day I felt like I am slowly losing my purpose in life,” I said as I stared at my hand. "I felt useless because not only did I had no signs of pregnancy, I couldn't do anything for anyone dear to me." "Am I truly worthless?" Kozart’s face showed in my mind and I recalled what he said. “Hati’s words are still relevant. Don’t lose faith.” Suddenly, I felt a nauseating feeling from the pit of my stomach and I rushed to find the nearest toilet where I could throw an incoming bile.

JOHN The man I see in the mirror isn’t the man I once was. Johnny St. Jacks the guitar god, no more. I sit in the shower of my newly inherited castle to think, and jerk off. The steam feels good. Nothing like blowing a load to clear my mind. I’m starting to look a little scraggly with my hair this long. Should I chop it? I pause in front of the mirror for a moment feeling a bit unsettled. I heave over the toilet and throw up. Fuck this sucks.

His wheat field eyes looked into my soul and for a moment I could not speak. "What if I tell you about me...about my past...and you don't want me anymore. What if you realize how fucked up I really am and realize that I'm not worth the trouble? Wh-what if Liz and you can't look at me the same if you find out? What if you hate me? "What if what they say is true?" He frowned. "What who says is true, Mattie?" "They always whisper to me. What they always told me. I'm nothing. I'm worthless. I'm not good enough to be loved by anyone. Why would anyone love me anyway?"