Mental Breakdown Meme Novels & Stories

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

I ask Aubrey as I show her my favorite photo of him. Aubrey peels her eyes away from her phone before focusing her attention over to me. She looks down at the shirtless photo of Jack before scrunching her nose up in what looked to be distaste. “Um… no. Not at all actually.” She says. This bitch is crazy. “Ya know, I always knew you had some type of mental illness, but I’m starting to think you need to be admitted now.” I joke. “Says the girl drooling over some guy she’s never even met.” Ella chimes in.

“Also, Barbie? Come on. The man thinks you’re pretty.” “He thinks I’m an annoying rookie.” “Please.” She rolled her eyes. “The grumpy ones are always the worst. They act like they hate you, then suddenly they’re completely obsessed.” [I know guys like him.] I opened my mouth to argue with her ridiculous logic, but I never got the chance. The small television screen mounted on the bulkhead in front of us suddenly flashed, cutting to a breaking news broadcast. The volume was barely a whisper, but the bold red text scrolling across the bottom of the screen grabbed both of our attention immediately.

"And I need to get to work with an open mind." “I am resting.” I failed horribly at holding back my laughter. God, I had missed this. "I wasn't planning to fuck you though," he said, "we can't be fucking every other day like animals, can we, my love?" "But..." he then added, "These two weeks won't be good for you I promise." He let me go right then. "The game is over," he said shortly, "hurry up get prepared I'd stop you by when I'm going down town."

Nick smirks, “You can try at least.” We both shoot him glares of daggers, but he ignores us and begins. “As you know, I was disbanded from T.H.E.M. when I had a ‘mental breakdown’ several years ago and was thereafter committed. What you don’t know is that my breakdown was, in fact, a direct result of T.H.E.M.’s influence.

I entered the arena, there were already a few people there, including Rachel had already arrived, my recruits must still be eating. "Hey, Rachel, what's up?" I asked quietly. "Yeah, fine." Rachel was staring at me, worried. "Don't worry, I'm fine, I just remembered some things. Normally, when I have a breakdown I don't have any memories of what happened, but since they are somewhere in my mind, sometimes it happens that one situation or another is the trigger for me to remember." I explained.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

It was too much fun to see and hear her unfiltered like this to waste such a good opportunity. I wasn't a first-class jerk. "No, I'm not insane; the insane one is someone who consumes that kind of stuff. But well... who am I to judge?" "Oh, please! Don't hit me with the Michael Jackson meme, it's too worn out and old... I don't know, update it with a funnier meme." I couldn't believe she was already daring to say something to me.

People Mara had silenced. Jessica’s voice crackled over the comms. “I’m getting an uplink. Something’s piggybacking on your telemetry. Data stream inbound. You need to pull back.” The walls began to pulse. A message appeared on every surface. “We are the remembrance of choice. You burned the mirror. Now we become the glass.” Torin stared at it, breathless. “It’s a memorial.” “No,” Lena whispered. “It’s a seed.” The node wasn’t a weapon. It was a library. Emotional templates. Histories. Arguments. Love. Betrayals. Grief. All stored in crystal neural strands. Not code. Memory.

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?"