Depressing Paragraphs Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: ~Avery: I opened my eyes, my body aching and my spirit broken. Depression gripped me tightly, suffocating any remnants of hope. Nightmares swirled in my mind, replaying the deaths I had caused, tormenting me relentlessly. I struggled to stay awake, but sleep seduced me once more. I’d had depressive episodes before, but this was something else. I was sucked back in to repeat the same cycle over and over.

James' POV The thing about depression. It comes at you slowly, It's kinda like grief. First,you denied it,then you realize you've been empty on the inside all along. You're reaching out to a version of you that no longer exist. It's quiet. It's tint. It's corrupted in your mind.

It was so bulky that I couldn't register anything. I hated it when paragraphs were this long. A paragraph should be only five lines at best. This was how it used to be. However, this secretary of mine wasn't doing things right. Even the fonts were disgusting to look at. "This is bullshit!" I cursed, tossing the paper aside. "I already have enough problems on my plate. This nonsense is the last thing I need!" I scoffed, pressing my fingers into my temples. "What should I do?" I asked myself, unable to think of a solution.

He doesn't even eat anything! Author: Depression is a heavy burden. Mathew: ... Author: ... Mathew: How did you get in here? Author: ....the window? Mathew: SCRAM!!! Author: Gee! Take it, easy man. Your old grandma heart can't take this stimulation. Mathew: *colorful profanities in three different languages* Author: (￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho...

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I hymn lowly. Pretty obvious he awaits someone. He requires someone present before commencing the meeting. That best explains this continous and look alike never ending silence. His expression slowly softens. His gritting reduces. His foot stomp depletes. His pressure palm on the glass also softens. It unviels his unintentional made cracks. His neck weakens It appears pretty weak to with hold his heavy head. His head finally falls. It lowens disappointed and depressed. He's really sad.

it’s just different. 46 - days of sadness 13 – full days of despair, not sad, not unhappy, but pure despair!

I staggered backwards as dizziness started to consume me, before it was lights out and the floor jumped up to meet me. ~☆~ I came to slowly, like I had been waking from just a dull nightmare. “Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty. You’ve had a long enough nap; it’s time to get up.” I could hear Corbin’s humoured voice, but it was slightly distorted, I still could not focus properly on anything. My eyes were still struggling to see the horrors that were around me; it was probably my minds way of protecting me from all the nights traumas.

I glanced at the alarm clock and it's four in the morning after all. I stood up from sitting in my bed and walk to the window. I moved the curtain and opened saw the clouds from the window pane. Breathe, Kathareen. That was just a nightmare. I went to my table and read the drafts I wrote the past days. I added some paragraphs to the 14th chapter of it. Then I checked the drafts I already typed in my laptop. As my fingers touched the keyboards, I can't help but to feel decompress. It's the oxygen of my planets and the water to my thirsty soul. But sometimes, it's depressing to think I cant never be enough for this field.