Novel & Cerita Depression Humor Quotes

He chuckled before he added, "I read somewhere else that humans might face depression while pregnant. Comedy can help you get over the stress and the negative feelings of pregnancy." Although he used a tone that sounded insincere and annoyed, I felt touched by his actions. I mean, he cares about me. I didn't know what to say, and he didn't speak either. After a while, we arrived at what looked like a cinema. I tried to read what was written there, and for the first time, I felt as if I was ignorant.

he blew up in frustration. “You want to talk about it? Maybe after work. We could go to a bar, like dudes like us usually do, to drink away their problems,” I offered, after feeling like an ass for making fun out of his misery. He leaned back, scrunching his eyes. “Guys like us? What the hell do you have to drown your sorrows for?” “Do you want me to show you something that’ll make you laugh?” I attempted to cheer him up. “That depends on what it is,” Aaron returned, taking caution.

You may leave. I grabbed the coffee and took a sip. It was my favorite black coffee with one sugar. After the bitterness came a long, lingering sweetness. I got up, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked out over the bustling city below. My reflection stared back at me in the glass—sharp and confident. In the workplace, if someone pretended to be weak, there would always be countless wolves in sheep's clothing ready to trample over them. But that was fine. It could be considered a test of people's true nature.

I even tried calling the business partners that weren't too close to me. Every single answer they gave me pushed me deeper into despair. "You know business is hard for me now, Felix. I just don't have the extra money." "Felix, I'm strapped for cash. I'm afraid…" Decline after decline. I had no idea how much longer I could take this. I wondered why no one wanted to help me, so I demanded answers from my close friends. They told me Wendy posted a status on her page. She claimed that anyone who lent money to me was an enemy of hers. She said I could never return the money.

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

"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."

I replied angrily "from your anger, it looks like you had an issue with your husband because the whole world knows you are married, my colleague actually went too far. I have tried to talk to him severally about being professional with the job but he acts like a deaf brat" he said I slowly took my seat on the bed and forced the bottle into my mouth, gulping everything at once and this stupid action made me puke on the floor "seems that you are depressed too, a lot of billionaires are always depressed and it makes me wonder if money brings happiness or burdens," he said and sighed

He replied cordially with a simple smile. I was about to thank him for understanding where I was coming from when my brain replied what it said. Laughter is the best medicine for a broken soul.. “Wait, am I the broken soul?!” I spoke out of conduct, raising my voice an octave higher than when I was initially speaking. “No…” He trailed off, stifling a laugh of his own. Oh, so he has jokes too. I folded my arms and stared at him, displeased with his conduct.

About fifteen minutes into the drive, I asked, “Why so slow?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel the need, the need for… going faster?” I laughed so loudly I almost snorted and had to put both of my hands over my nose since even a baby like me recognizes the famous movie quote he almost said. “You’re a funny guy in an unassuming way.” He turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, well, in our line of work you have to find some way to be a little bit of a comedian, or you’ll end up in the loony bin.”

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”