Memes Sadness Novels & Stories

They say anything sharp, heavy or fast things can kill you aside from having an illness or being sick. but what if you don't have all the description but rather the feelings you have...Trauma, depression and anxiety that when it will mix all means creating a poison that will easily kill you within. I am looking right now at these couples with sadness on their faces and tears in their eyes. I can feel the mother's pain while explaining what happen to Millie. "W-What are we doing here Ma'am?"

I didn’t say anything that amusing. “You are million years young to care for me.” She said after she stopped herself. “There is no to feel sad,” I said again after a while. She raised her one eyebrow in amusement. “You and Moona and Reed. You have similar sadness. But you have different sadness than them. it’s like you are a cold spot in the room. I can shout at him or tease him and get a reaction that let me know that he is still there.” I sit straight now and look straight in her old eyes. “But your sadness is like icy well. Its bottomless and swallows up your voice and everything you try to drop into it.” I said and even I was surprised from myself.

"Then why is it that you bother to make someone else happy when you're not?" "Oh, one of the major reasons why people are sad is because they think only about themselves and concerns. It is a manner of spoiling oneself. But you'll know the magic of happiness if you make others happy. Their happiness shall surely reflect in you. For that being said, what makes you sad?" "Longing. I lost a loved one." "... I see. I'm sorry. We're the same—. But no, I shouldn't talk about myself." "I miss the person. He died a long time ago. How about you? You came here to go home happy later, no? Maybe you can make me happy if I make you happy?"

He was angry because he couldn't stop the pain, and he was angry because she deserved better. He soothed her as best he could and held her tightly to him as he murmured: "It's okay, Ann. This sadness won't last forever, but while it's here and causing you pain, I'm here for you too. I'll replace every tear that you cry with memories that will wash the sadness away until finally, when you think back on your grief at this moment, you'll know that together, we can face anything and emerge triumphant... I won't let them win Ann."

Ang hindi pa niya makakalimutan ay ang eksena sa banyo na kamuntik na niyang ikamatay sa gulat. Si Sadako naman, hindi niya maintindihan. Minsan masigla, minsan malungkot kaso kadalasan parang multo. Grabe! Ngayon lang siya nakakita ng may amnesia na nanood ng TV na iyak-tawa ang ginagawa nang salitan. Normal pa ba ‘yon? Tapos ang resulta eh mukha na naman itong multo sa laki ng eye bags.

The joyful laughter of his children and the radiant smile of Sara were a distant echo in his mind, and every day he spent without them plunged him into unfathomable sadness. Mason withdrew from the world, closing himself in his own darkness. He couldn't bear the reality of his loss and took refuge in his thoughts and memories. The life he once knew had completely vanished, and he felt trapped in an abyss of pain and loneliness. Depression consumed him, and his spirits sank into a bottomless pit. Guilt and pain accompanied him everywhere, and each passing day pushed him further away from the life he once had. His friends and family tried to help him, but Mason had been plunged into such a dee

"But I'm not happy I'm alive mom, deep inside my heart I'm not happy. Why should I be happy when Drake is dead? Drake wasn't meant to die, it's all my fault he's dead and I'm alive. How can I ever be happy knowing I'll never see him again? Tell me mom, how can I survive this loneliness?" "Please Anna don't do this now, we've come a long way already. If Drake was somewhere watching you he wouldn't want you to feel guilty of his death neither would he want you to die with him. I know the memories with him will forever be with you at least that's something you should cherish". "And what about the trauma that bastard made me suffer, will it ever go away? Will the nightmares of that unfortunate 4

“Oh, um, yeah, my dad has been sick for months now.” “What’s wrong with him?” “Dementia,” she said sadly. “And most of the time he forgets that Mom is dead and we’re big girls and we’re not around anymore. So I have to rush home most of the time, and Eve helps as my security blanket at times.” And now Sadie felt so bad reaching over to hug Chloe. “You’re so strong, Chloe.” Sadie hadn’t known Chloe’s mom had passed away just like hers. While Sadie’s gaze went to her phone, she wondered what Elio was feeling right now.

The great, geometric structure of the Kael-un hung frozen behind the cube, a monument to stalled logic. “It wants an explanation for a feeling,” Arin said, his soldier’s mind analyzing the tactical situation. “How do you explain sadness to a machine?” “You don’t explain it,” Sela said, her hands still resting on the Loom. “You show it. Again.” She didn’t weave another grand, tragic story. She thought smaller. She thought of a specific, personal memory. The day her own child, many years ago, had fallen and scraped a knee. The child’s wail of shock and pain. The way Sela had scooped them up, the visceral ache in her own chest, the soothing words, the kiss that made it better. She wove the memo

Someone had even turned Dexter's frosting-covered face into memes. She soon received one from Clara. In the meme, only half of Dexter's handsome face was not covered in frosting. The text beside it read, "Dead inside." For the next three or four days, everyone around Angela couldn't send her a text without adding a few of those memes. Zack was the worst of all. He sent her dozens every day—half of them were ones he had made himself in his office when he had nothing better to do. Wasn't this a little over the top?