Depressing Tumblr Quotes Novels & Stories

Amber spoke with seriousness, "I am fucking devastated, so devastated, destroyed and broken and dead from inside that I have become numb. I don;t have anymore tears left to cry, I don't have energy to be sad, I don't have the strength to endure depression, I have became numb to everything. I am smiling because I can't cry anymore, my tears have all dried up, I am not sitting in a corner and staring outside the window like a depressed soul that I am is because I have done that for a lot of years and I am done.

DAMSON •Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. •We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. •What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. The seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days. He groaned as he lifted himself from the chair he had previously been sitting on to make himself a cup of tea. He has been trying to come up with some quotes for his tribute but they all sounded shallow to him. He was running out of time and he still couldn't come up with anything. His eyebags were enough indication that he was not getting enough sleep and it was showing in his level of productivity.

“Come on, it’s in the middle of a highway. It’s like a bad omen for the cars who pass by here. It’s like this mural is greeting them like they’re going to die from their journey.” Vernon chuckled and lowered his gaze at me. “Departure doesn’t always mean death, you know that.” I shook my head. “That’s absurd. This is a very sad mural in the middle of the road.” “But it’s still beautiful, isn’t it?” I hesitated then admitted, “Yes-- but still sad.” “Well, there’s this movie called Melancholia. And I quote, “Because of sadness, there is cinema. Because of sadness, there is poetry. Because of sadness, there is music.”

"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

Diya also joined them and sat beside Swaroop. "In the competition of finding relatable quotes for every situation which conveniently allows u to get away with ur faults nd reduces the guilt with self pity and all of sudden u behave as a victim ..... Actually such quotes wipes the real u in u ..... So sorry I am not follower of all of them but some old, deep quotes are still my fav" she said thoughtfully because she is really bored with stories on i*******m where almost everyone puts such quotes to get away with their deeds. "Umm not always ..... Some of them can be really relatable" Diya said.

Cindy said, moving towards the kitchen. “Thank you, Cindy. I’ll go take a quick shower, and then I’ll help you clean.” I ran upstairs and took a quick shower, then I came back downstairs. I sat at the table and started drinking my tea. I am so bored. Sitting here every day scrolling through I*******m or watching N*****x is becoming depressing. God, it’s making me depressed. I seriously need to talk to slug face about allowing me to work. That’s one of his many nicknames. You would be surprised how many terrible names you can come up with just by being around him for a few seconds.

“What is it then? Tell me.“ “It's simply a process of finding one’s true self and finding peace.“ I raised my brows and gasped. “Oh really? Tell me more.“ “In these age, there's now so much pressure on everyone, young and old. Depression is just a step or few steps away from most of us. While few people refuse to take that step because of their grit and resilience, most fail. They had no help or guidance, they give in. Finding yourself, cleansing your soul, these things bring you back, they make living more fulfilling.“ What shit is this girl spewing? I want my money back and she's telling me how to alleviate depression and know myself? I sighed. “Get back to work, Tabitha.“ She blinked. “Si

C H A P T E R 2 : T H E B L U E E N V E L O P E ~ Being depressed is like falling into a black hole that you can not climb out of. Depression is a wound that never heals. A wound in the back of your mind that can’t be touched because it hurts too much. It’s always there and never goes away. Constant pain, a constant reminder. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance.

I ask. "Emily barely looks up from her iPad when she talks." What the hell am I doing? God is for the money, be kind on me. “You post everyday and for I*******m captions,” she says while chewing a kale salad like it personally offended her. “Keep them short, ironic, and never too deep. You’re a vibe, not a philosopher.” “You mean no Shakespeare quotes?” She glares. I write: “No Shakespeare. No sincerity. Vibes only.”

(Asher’s POV) I took a long cold shower while tuning a loud uplifting music—a routine I would always do when I’m down. My mother said that feeling depressed and anxious is okay, it was a sign that you’re thinking about your well-being, but the moment it passed the threshold where it’s supposed to be and started devouring your mentality, that was when you should put it to a stop. Because of that, cold shower and uplifting music are my muse to put a halt to these depressing feelings.