Mental Breakdown Meme Novels & Stories

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

Maybe I would have stood a better chance with Tobi. “Emma” Jacob called again more seriously, this time he sat beside me on my bed and I sat up. “God you look like shit” He said in an attempt to make me laugh which he did successfully. I smiled a little but in less than a minute it was gone. “I told Lola not to call you” I groaned painfully due to my now serious headache. “And miss the chance of seeing you wallow in self pity?” He asked with a raised brow “Nah, I don’t think so” He shook his head smiling.

My child oh my child what happened to you Mom,mom what are you doing here you should be in Mexico by now I know,I have to rush by because I heard about your mental health Mom why are you crying Am so sorry my child the doctor say you will have to go to the mental institution The mental institution but mom you know am not mental I know my child,but this vampire of a thing make you look like one why don't you just tell them you where in an accident so they can think you are not insane

JAYCE BECKETT I slammed my fist into the wall, the crunch of my knuckles against the hard wall a stark release for the fury brewing inside me. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I hissed angrily, my voice hoarse with frustration, as I clenched my fist, the pain radiating up my arm a welcome distraction. "Why did I have to go and act like a damned fool?" I half-yelled, my words tumbling out in a torrent of self-loathing. "Why did I have to get all squirrely and suspicious? Why did I freak out and haul ass like my pants were on fire?"

He chuckled with a deep exhale. “Of course, I don't want you thinking I'm boring like that night,” I playfully hit his chest, in a way to keep his head away from my face. Henry's brows contorted, “What night?” My heart skipped a beat. Shit. I blurted out the wrong memory!

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

The hangover from the session isn’t in my head. It’s in my throat. By the next morning, my voice feels like sandpaper, and my nerves feel like they’ve been played with a pick. Mia plops down on my bed with her laptop and a bowl of fruit she’s pretending is a balanced breakfast. “Good news,” she says. “The world still thinks you’re missing.” “Comforting,” I mutter. “Better missing than meme’d for a bad live,” she says. “Trust me.”

"Jaime, last night... You broke me first." ------The End-------

His heart had really been affected, and if he had stayed only 10 minutes longer, this might not be the same story. Luna's phone started ringing. She picked it up immediately. She answered. -Hello? - So James had a stroke, huh? -Excuse me? -Is he back with his seizures? Oh, honey, I remember all the stress he had on his body. It's not easy to go through life after you've killed, you know? - she said as she gave a soft laugh. -What are you talking about? - Don't you know anything about him? Luna frowned.