Despair Meme Novels & Stories

He's crazy, I won't be trapped. “Looks like I got the wrong target. Should I kill you now?” I also reached for the vase, within seconds my hit hit his head. Sret. So many crazy things have happened to me. Ah I don't know. *** ~Dinar Audrizka~ "Let me go. I will kill the person who has made me suffer. Or, should I just kill myself to end this?” Desperate, I could feel the feeling overpowering a Clarissa Mahendra. Even in this way, it is possible that the taste has even become a daily meal. The life of a Clarissa Mahendra can never be separated from despair.

Contempt “I want you to leave Deimos standing– alone– before God and Man once again.” Disgust “I want you to break all the little pieces of himself that he's gathered over the years.” Hate “I want you to kill Deimos Escarrá, once and for all.”

He was crying and screaming in the recollection, looking like a pathetic mess. Why... Why did he say those things... Was this what happened after he thought Serenity had died? He fell into that kind of despair because he thought she was dead? His head... hurt so much! It hurt so badly that he felt like it was going to explode. He let out a low moan. He suddenly felt like he was falling into a dark abyss. The suffocating despair was spreading to every part of his body. "No... No... Why..." Broken cries escaped his mouth. How could he escape from this hopeless darkness?! Suddenly, a voice resounded in his ear.

Read me, stupid!

He waved a hand, “You know–insomnia, depression or eating disorders with or without having a mark. Sometimes, they turn to become fixated with one thing or the other to cope like alcohol, drugs… worst case scenario is either suicide or a slow, descent to madness.” Her brows furrowed. “Now do tell me, Winters,” Alastor forced himself to meet her gaze with a glare of his own, “…why do you want to know?” . . . “It’s a paradox of progress: the better things get the more anxious and desperate we all seem to feel.” –Mark Manson . . . Winters clenched her jaw, “I was just thinking,” she finally grounded out. “…of what might happen to you when I leave.”

Amara didn’t rush to defend herself. That was deliberate. Instead, she made one call. Not to Victor. Not to a lawyer. To someone she hadn’t spoken to in five years. “Do you remember Albright?” she asked. A long pause on the other end. “I remember who they sacrificed,” the woman replied quietly. “Good,” Amara said. “I need the full archive.” By evening, the second wave hit. An opinion piece. Then a televised panel. Then a financial ethics commentator asking one question over and over:

She frowned and shook her head slowly. "It's ridiculous, Vivian." "Why would anyone want to act as a replacement bride?" "Only if it's a do-or-die situation" she added with a wave. I dimmed my eyes to allow that to sink and repeated in my mind "Only if it's a do-or-die situation." "Thanks Lauren, you go along. I'll catch up with you tomorrow" My mum's condition is a do-or-die situation, I thought sadly as I trudged home.

**Morale Hits an All-Time Low** The pack's den, once a vibrant sanctuary echoing with laughter and camaraderie, was now steeped in a suffocating silence that enveloped it like a heavy fog. The very air felt thick with despair, a tangible force that pressed down on the remaining members, who were all too aware of the affliction that had swept through their midst with ruthless efficiency. Sickness had infiltrated their ranks, leaving behind a calamitous trail of anguish and suffering that numbed the hearts of the strong who clung desperately to the vestiges of hope.

That day. How can I leave all those memories of that moment behind? I cannot. I do not want to. Just like him. “I am carrying that one too.” I say. “Does that mean that it meant something to you?” He asks. You should see the hope and desperation in his eyes. I never liked the word miserable, but I like how it displays itself in his eyes. It gives them a look that would thaw anyone.

My dignity remained priceless despite being surrounded by countless troubles and dangers. “Okay. I understand what you want now, and I’ll let your friends go.” Desmond exhaled loudly, trying to mask the pain in his voice. Tears quickly filled his eyes. “I look so weak with watery eyes. I don’t remember the last time I cried. It could be decades ago when I was only a child.” He laughed while fighting back his tears.