Mental Breakdown Meme Novels & Stories

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

" Trust you to see the beauty in everything... " " I've seen too much ugly to not look for the pretty. " He rolled his shirt down and put his dress shirt back on. He was telling nthe truth about a lot of things I was just mind blown and I needed a break . By that I meant ; I needed to eat something that reminded me I of my childhood that could help me access the blocked part of my memories, and possibly construct a proper story for my brain to make sense of and I can explain properly to Maxwell what the hell happened.

Nothing major. This is it. Rock. Bottom. Like, bottom of the Mariana Trench, level rock bottom. I’m a sentient heartbreak meme. My boyfriend is a cheating sex icon. My uterus is never going to see the creation of life. And the highlight of my week is that my little sister hasn’t died — yet. That’s where we are. That’s the bar.

Erlangga continued to watch Andien, who chose to remain silent. "You don't have amnesia. Why are you pretending?" "Because I have a reason," Andien replied. "A self-defeating reason. Do you know how you are now?" Andien shook her head and looked like she didn't care. "You attempted suicide but you failed. What you got was a disfigured face," Erlangga explained. Andien gave Erlangga a hateful look. "My plan wouldn't have failed if no one had brought me here," Andien said coldly.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

"You suck bro!" This is exactly what I needed, an impromptu game of Karaoke on a late Tuesday evening with close family. These past few days have been literal hell, the amount of mental strain and stress I've been under is quite indescribable. All of the fuckery I've dealt with over the years are slowly chipping away at my psyche to expose a broken shell of me. It's a wonder how I actually remain sane after all this time, this industry literally sucks the damning life out of you. All in all I just can't bare to be alone for the remainder of the day, it will be nice to forget everything for a few hours.

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

Chapter 29: Money problems. Place: City, Anywhere United States of America. Rolling over in bed, Sloan berated himself as he slid away from his sleeping ex-lover. Ex, as in, he shouldn't be with him again. Ex like the former. Ex as in, how could Sloan be this stupid? He had broken up with Reese, but when Sloan's loneness had gotten to him, he accepted meeting the man in this seedy motel. What did people say about insanity? Craziness was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Well… no more. Sloan wouldn't keep making the same lapses in judgment. This was it. He was done.

I mentally encourage myself to at least try without just giving up. I decide that even if I have no physical strength, I still have my brain intact. I will do this mentally. I still have my mental strength. I know this is a memory. Yes, I might be reliving everything now, but the fact that I overcame then is enough for me. I keep telling myself that I can do it. I need to move from the floor. I need to change. I take a whiff of the air and I almost get a mental breakdown! I soiled myself! Literally defecated on myself.