Novel & Cerita Depressing Sayings

I retorted firmly, going back to staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Because you're making me depressed being depressed," Shane frowned, poking my cheek as he sat on the ground beside the bed. "Sucks. You can watch sad movies with me if you want." I pushed his hand away. "You can't stay in bed forever," Jade shrugged, not having a better reason. "You're going to have to get up to pee eventually." "And then I'll come back in bed." I told her. Bea groaned loudly, "Because you aren't about to be a sad little bitch who is depressed over a guy! There's so many fish in the sea! That's the saying, right?"

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

I said. "Well, if you did care then you wouldn't keep me chained in this hellhole," He said through gritted teeth. "I didn't come here to exchange words with you," I said and he looked away. "I've been feeling depressed lately. No one cares about me anymore not even the woman I love. To worsen it, things are not going the way I expected," I complained. "You know what to do, Dee. I'm sure you will come out of it," He said then coughed violently.

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.

Michael's tone suddenly became depressed. Nina's eyes welled up with tears. She tried to smile and said, "Well, you too."

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.

I’m an awful person. I set aside the bowl of fruit I was trying to eat. I’m not really in the mood. It’s been like this for a while now. Matthew says it’s because I’m depressed. Whatever made me happy before, that’s all gone now. I just can’t seem to get back up. Never in my life did I think food wouldn’t solve all my problems like it used to. No matter how tough the situation was before, place a plate of meat in front of me and I’d be glad. Even a bloody face won’t stop me from scarfing down some food.

I say, sadly. "That's not good"

But every evening I felt more and more depressed… “Yes, Ana. You screwed up everything! Now, you will come back to your dull, meaningless life, like nothing happened. Not to mention, you already said a big NO to Simon, if you didn't, you would at least a chance to work on your happiness. But now, there's no going back to that either!”