Novel & Cerita Depressing Funny Quotes

My comments exploded. [Bro is so obsessed with a woman he's making up accusations.] [Check Mara's company's official account. They already called the police. Justice finally wins.] [People like this belong in jail. Get help and stop losing your mind online.] Comments. Messages. Nothing but insults. I turned off my phone and buried my face in my knees. "Mom... that guy looks so sad..." "Come on. Stay away from people like that. Who knows what diseases homeless people have." Their footsteps faded.

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

I bore with it for a few days. But it was dragging for more than a week. Now with everyone looking so depressed, it was slowly getting to me and I couldn't have that. So, me being me, I tried, I mean really tried to lighten up the mood. I tried making jokes just about anything, which didn't work. So, I tried making smart jokes, stupid jokes, sophisticated jokes, adult jokes, kids joke and what not. I wasn't even replied with a smile. Not even a tight smile. Nope.

Neither of us was in a hurry to push anything too fast, right? "We can, but I'd rather not dive back into depression." He let out a long sigh. "This place sucks without her here. Everything I eat tastes like shit, my job isn't fun anymore and to be honest... I don't wanna get up tomorrow morning and pretend that everything is good when it's not." "Then fix it. You're a smart guy. Fix it."

"Hassie baby, good afternoon. How is the day going on in your side?" "Ellie, my Queen, my Luna," she starts with her fond teasing, then she laughs prompting me to do same as well. I can't stop wondering how I came upon a wonderful friend like her, whenever I have depression and I'm in my downtime, I'm rest assured that with her, I'll be fine. She wouldn't hesitate to make me laugh. Before the main discussion is the laughter which would clear off all the bad feelings. "You're truly a positive energy in my life, I have some good news for you baby." I pause, inflicting some suspense into the atmosphere.

"HAHAHAHAHA I'm just joking, I know you meant well. No need to filter your thoughts, just speak your mind freely." His energy was contagious and I could not help but smile and said. "Bartending does not seem to suit you." "Woahh easy there miss ma'am" he shook his head and tsked. "that's too harsh for you to say!" he blatantly accused. What the heck! I stop mid tracks and was about to punch his side when he step away from me and laughed. "Just kidding. You seem a little down so I thought a little joke would help brighten your mood."

"Truly, depression is scary. I was so upset. I feel like... I was all alone by myself. I lose appetite and even my interest to things. I feel like---the whole world is against me. Rejecting me. I was confused. To my friends, why? I know how it hurts when you badly want to share your problems to somebody but what they returned was cold shoulders. It really hurts. Every minute, my thoughts are bugging me, and it makes me cry. It saddens my heart. I feel so lonely. The worst feeling is when you want to say something but can't because nobody will listen. There is nothing more painful to that. I feel so heavy. I feel so tired even though I'm not doing anything at all. And it scares me because my

He is nothing less of a joker, seeing the lengthy fragments of messages which kept on popping up one after the another made me giggle and smile. This weird human Allen, never fails in bringing up a smile on my face, as in now similarly he succeeded in making me smile at the worst moments after a bad day, when things were badly messed up and I was in my worst mood, he managed to bring up a smile on my face and make me shine through the grim clouds of sadness. "Stop smiling, my little munchkin, go and sleep." Another message popped up making wide smile, he also knows me so well.

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

“But I don’t see anything funny in degrading a marginalized group of people for laughs.” “Then tell the class a joke that is funny,” Professor Barns demanded. I shook my head. “I can’t think of any good jokes right now.” “Take a few moments to think of your best joke, stand up, and tell it to the class,” he insisted. “You obviously think you’re an expert on what’s humorous, so let’s hear what one of you bleeding heart Beta-lovers thinks is funny.” My mind spun, and I began to shake. The smug look on Professor Barns’s face told me he wanted to embarrass me to get me to do something stupid. Perhaps to get expelled or, at the very least, cry and run away.