Depressed Worthless Quotes Novels & Stories

Whenever I was sad or depressed, he pulled me into his arms, wiped my tears and said, “Don’t cry, baby.” Am I losing something precious again? Oh God, why are you taking every good thing from me? What did I do to deserve your wrath?

It doesn’t explain who he is or it doesn’t state who he was before the accident. It was a reaction to how other people treat him or his mind not being satisfied with how other people do his tasks. He starts feeling useless or a burden, falls into depression and he becomes the shadow of who he was before. I have been with you and I have seen how your friends move and how they work. So it made easy for me to understand how Martin felt. He isn’t grumpy, he isn’t useless but he started to feel like one. I just made him realize that what he is doing is worth the effort and time and nothing else.

"Am I not allowed to hug you again?" "Who dares?" George asked as she hugged Cathy back. "Thanks, bro." "What for?' "For loving me, for caring about me, for your protection." "No, I failed to protect you, it was always others who always protected you, I feel worthless, Roe was right, I am not worthy to talk." "Ha! Ha! Don't mind that silly boy, he is just trying to make you feel worthless." "No, he is right, I am worthless..."

Faith didn't mind selling her body for money as for her it was better than being broke and homeless. Sarah had concluded within herself that Faith had given up especially as she drank a lot, she had joked that drinking helped her forget but that was not the case because she always woke up with the worst headache and ended up depressed. "I am worthless." She would cry then go back to her drinking Madam was even making snide remarks about Faith's waistline calling her a pig. Faith had cried a lot the day she was told that men were declining to come to her room and she was just a burden only eating and getting fat.

I said stating the obvious “We've talked about this before I don't care” he repeated pulling my hand into his. “You don't have any need for me. You can get better accountants you know. More attractive people” I sighed embarrassed with myself for finally saying it but at the same time knowing this was how I felt. “None of them are you” he repeated. “What use am into you? I'm useless. You can't feed from me, I can't work. I have no use. I am worthless, I don't know why I feel this way” I said finally breaking down in tears.

Michael took a few more puffs and said defeatedly, "William, can you help me with the antidote?" "I'm trying to get it. Don't worry! I'll update you immediately if there's any news!" He comforted him. "I'm so useless! Everyone knows me as this great lawyer of a person, but in reality, I'm so hopeless. I can't even deal with my family and be with the woman I love!" His depressed state made William sigh, "What can you change by blaming yourself? It's not your fault!" "It is! It's all my fault!" He laughed bitterly. "You've cleared so many obstacles between you and Valeria. While I, on the other hand, am in a much better situation than you, but I haven't made any progress. I'm so useless!"

“And you’re not worthless.” But his words only make the ache worse. I feel my chest tighten, and a sob escapes me as I pull against his grip, desperate to break free. “Yes, I am,” I manage, my voice cracking, the tears falling faster now. “Look around, Zade. Just look at what I’m doing, what I’m willing to do.” I gesture wildly around the room, the reality of it crashing down, the shame choking me. “This is the evidence, Zade! I’m willing to sell myself to strangers because that’s all I think I’m worth. I’m disgusting. I don’t know why you can’t see that.”

“The world would be better off.” I ran. Stumbled, really, my vision blurred with tears, my heart shattering all over again. Their laughter followed me, echoing in my ears like a death knell. I collapsed behind an abandoned building, sobbing until I couldn’t breathe. The broken mate bond throbbed in sync with my heartbeat, a constant reminder of my worthlessness. Even strangers could see it—how pathetic I was, how undeserving of basic human kindness. ‘They’re right,’ the dark voice whispered. ‘You are disgusting. You are worthless. You should just die.’

"That's a terrible way to treat someone. No one deserves to be treated like that." I nodded. "I know," I said. "But it's hard to shake, you know? It's like, even when I'm feeling successful and strong, there's this voice in the back of my head telling me that I'm worthless, that I'll never amount to anything." Ava took my hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "William," she said, her voice filled with kindness. "You are worth so much, and you've accomplished so much already. Don't let her get you down."

The room, once a stage for a clash of emotions, now became a chamber of broken dreams and shattered illusions, my steps echoing the fragmented pieces of my heart. "Do I really mean nothing to you?" The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken pain. I could feel the words catch in my throat, a bitter truth that I was reluctant to confront head-on. "Anyways, I should have known that all I am good for is nothing. Nothing at all." The words tumbled out, tinged with a self-deprecating resignation that cast a dark shadow over my fragile heart.