Novel & Cerita Depression Humor Quotes

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?"

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

That was unfortunate. “You’re getting worse.” I didn’t slow down. “What are you talking about?” “You.” He fell into step beside me. “You look like somebody just dumped you.” I laughed despite myself. “Fuck off.” “I’m serious.” “I’m not having this conversation.” “Then stop acting like a depressed Victorian widow.” That actually made me laugh. A real laugh. The first one I’d managed all day. Jeremy pointed immediately. “There he is.” “Shut up.” “You know, most people would’ve just called by now.”

Why was life so cruel to me? "I know how you feel, honey. You'll feel better if you let it all out. I promise, talking to a stranger helps a lot." His tone was soft this time, almost sad even, he didn't even slur at all. I slowly turned my head to face him. "I'm not depressed. If you want someone to share your secrets with, go to a ditch and scream into the darkness. You'll feel better." I advised and slapped my card on the table with so much force that it hurt my hand. The bartender seemed to be busy with other orders, so I hat to wait a while to pay for my drink before I could get away from this mentally deranged, and drunk, gentleman that was currently throwing the cheesiest smile ever at

“That was... something.” He didn’t even flinch. “Tough crowd,” he muttered under his breath. Tough crowd? Was this a boardroom or open mic night? --- Then came the coffee break. I’d barely made it to the break room when he cornered me with another one of his “brilliant” jokes. “What do you call a sad cup of coffee?” he asked, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. Against my better judgment, I played along. “What?” “A depresso.”