Novel & Cerita Depression Humor Quotes

"What's going on?" I opened my mouth to deflect, to make another joke, but nothing came. The words just stuck in my throat. "I can't do it anymore," I finally said. My voice sounded strange. Small. "Can't do what?" "The jokes. The humor. The whole funny guy routine." I laughed bitterly. "Everyone expects me to make things lighter. To crack jokes when things get dark. And I've been doing it because it's easier than facing what I'm actually feeling." "Which is?"

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

I say softly. He chuckles genuinely. That’s the reaction I was hoping for. He looks pleased. “You think I’m hot?” He asks comically. His voice sounds raspy. I laugh lowly. “I mean..you’re alright.” I say jokingly. He smiles brightly and sits up on the bed. I sit up too. “I’m sorry.” I say again. I didn’t mean to get him all depressed. I have been depressed for a very long time and I don’t want anyone feeling that kind of darkness.

From now on, she would no longer be sad, because she might lose more. Time was like wine. Some people drink strongly, while some drink lightly. It was just the reflection of her own mentality. If one had a good mentality, she would be naturally vigorous. If she had a bad mentality, she would be decrepit. It was better to have a good time than to be depressed. Even if a person's reputation was of great important, no one would care about his/her feelings. He/she could only be relieved to see some sadness in other people's stories.

He is nothing less of a joker, seeing the lengthy fragments of messages which kept on popping up one after the another made me giggle and smile. This weird human Allen, never fails in bringing up a smile on my face, as in now similarly he succeeded in making me smile at the worst moments after a bad day, when things were badly messed up and I was in my worst mood, he managed to bring up a smile on my face and make me shine through the grim clouds of sadness. "Stop smiling, my little munchkin, go and sleep." Another message popped up making wide smile, he also knows me so well.

My comments exploded. [Bro is so obsessed with a woman he's making up accusations.] [Check Mara's company's official account. They already called the police. Justice finally wins.] [People like this belong in jail. Get help and stop losing your mind online.] Comments. Messages. Nothing but insults. I turned off my phone and buried my face in my knees. "Mom... that guy looks so sad..." "Come on. Stay away from people like that. Who knows what diseases homeless people have." Their footsteps faded.

We all knew he was hinting at Hope’s upcoming engagement. “What? Me, feel down?” Hope chuckled. “Not a chance! Even if the whole world bullied me, I’d still be like Uncle Ryan—never sad, just laughing it off. I’m all about living life to the foolest! F-O-O-L-E-S-T! Foolest!” “Your brain cells are fried, Hope. It’s the fullest! F-U-L-L-E-S-T!” Love corrected him. “Boring if it’s to the fullest! It should be the foolest! Sometimes, I imagine if everyone in the world was just a little silly. It’d be so much fun on Earth—just laughter, no stress, no depression.”

It was obvious he was weary the moment he gulped the shot. “Only sad folks drink that way.” I said, rubbing my palm against my forehead. That was the hypocrisy I exhibited when I myself was sad and drunk. “Nah, I'm way more than that. Just disappointed.” “In who?” He gulped another, “In what?, you should ask.” “I'm all ears.” I wrestled with my woven bracelet. “Disappointed in that thing called love. Love is shit.” He chuckled. A chuckle that one could easily tell he was depressed and in extreme pain. Emotional pain.”Cheers to us that believe love sucks.”

And for once in my life, I'm happy I don't have to go to school. I've put on more weight and my skin has gained more glow. My phone beeps and I look down at it. It's in my hand. As always. My phone has become a close companion to me in these stormy days. Thank God for the Nigerians way of life. We always create something to laugh at or about. With so many memes, comedy clips and so much more, my phone has helped me over come certain levels of my building depression. My troath instantly dries up as I sight who messaged me.

The moment the words reached his ears, he got up immediately. "What are you thankful for??? I'm stuck you, idiot." Jake punched his shoulder fiercely. However, instead of punching back like he usually would, Jeremy laughed. And obviously Jake didn't expect that. "Are you mentally challenged?" "You are an ass, Jake," Jeremy said between laughs. So, it turns out it actually was the normal behavior of pre-clinical-depression Jake. "I know that, but it doesn't explain why you are laughing at my critical situation? Because it is a serious situation."