Mental Breakdown Meme Novels & Stories

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”

Enzo let out a cold laugh. “To ruin Viola’s birthday, you’re even willing to curse yourself by saying you’re dying?” Luca’s eyes were full of disappointment. “You’ve really gone too far this time.” The three of them left with her. I curled up beside the fountain, one hand pressed hard against my temple, and the tears finally broke free. That medication could slow the growth of the tumor in my head. It was not easy to get. Even if I applied for another bottle immediately, by the time it was approved, I might already be dead.

"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.

“My God, I don't think I've played that game since college, and frankly I'd like to keep it that way because some memories should remain buried.” “Perfect,” Maddie declared, pointing at him as though he'd accidentally strengthened her argument. “The greatest tragedy of adulthood is that everyone eventually convinces themselves they've become mature, emotionally evolved, and far too sophisticated for bad decisions, when in reality most people desperately need to do something stupid every once in a while for the sake of their mental health.”

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.”

My mind adds the phrase “not anymore.” Immediately, I answered the call. It's the haunted sound of her cry and the trembling of her lips as she speaks. “I’m broken. I feel totally stupid and hurt right now because Ben just broke up with me. I saw it coming, Denver.” Fuck, the way she mentioned my name with the haunted sounds from her lips.

"Constantine, You misunderstand me. They were right to send me to the hospital because they want me to get help. I want to get well myself. But at the moment, psychiatry is not able to help me, and society does not care deeply about our problems. Who cares about the conversations of deranged people? Memorable told Constantine that he needed to finish cleaning the floors and left the room. Memorable decided to hurry with the execution of the work to drink the long-awaited tea and go to bed. Memorable thought over what Constantine had said to him. Constantine could be understood, as could everyone else. We're like in a zoo, sitting in a cage, and we're waiting to be released. Thirty-fifth Day.

He made a zipping motion over his mouth and tossed the imaginary key behind him. ''No that's okay, I need the distraction,'' I told him trying my best to smile. If he wasn't here my mind probably would have gotten really dark again and, I'm pretty sure I would have had a breakdown. Having a mental breakdown at school would be terrible for several reasons. The main one would be that they would probably call Zack and, he doesn't know about my mental health and, the state of disrepair that it's in or has been in for the past ten or so years.

“And instead, I got a boy who called me boring and a best friend who called me dramatic while she had his dick in her mouth.” I choked. “God. Why do I talk like this.” I started laughing again, but it was the manic kind, like the cry was too deep and too sharp so it turned into a giggle halfway through. “I’m a mess. I’m a full disaster. I’m going to end up in someone’s group chat as a meme. ‘Girl loses it after pulling ex’s pants down.’ I bet someone’s editing it right now with an Afrobeat track in the background. I bet Marcus is still inside trying to fix his underwear.”

What about you? "Just as unlucky as yours." I smiled at her. I didn't realise it until today... The world is too ironic. It takes sadness to know what happiness feels like. I realised that I wasn't the only one who'd had their world go upside down. There were others like her who stayed strong rather than trying to end their lives. There was one thing true about what my Dad told me once, "Life is like a piano. The white keys show happiness and the black keys show sadness, but as you venture on in life, remember that the black keys also make music."