Most Depressing Book Of All Time Novels & Stories

Nothing more. He had started going to his office from the next day, we arrived here and from then, i was like a slave. Not in bad way. The only thing i did here - was to read the books in his library, that consisted only motivational and the inspirational, and trust me when i say those motivating lines were enough to put me into depression. I mean, its better to go with the flow and listen to your heart, than following those lines. After reading, i only cooked.

Just end the misery in me! Just talk about it, Kabir! I didn't know how to talk and make you stay with me because we were going to end soon. I could feel something in us was breaking and shattering. "Bookworm—" "No, listen to me!" I yelled at him. "I don't know what's happening anymore. My nightmares are becoming frequent, the book I thought will make me happy is tiring me now. Nothing is making me happy anymore. I'm tired of taking those medicines as I'm a sick person. I'm going back to depression. I don't want that and then there is you!" I spat. "I don't want to be physical. Why are you not fucking see it? Why can't you see it?" Tears bubbled in my eyes and I furiously wiped it away. "I'm

"Ten—oh? I mean, t-two. It's two, I guess?" I heard him sighed upon hearing my stupid answers. Seriously! This was definitely brain cracking! This thing was more complicated than answering which came first between an egg and the chicken! I started to release more of my frustration towards the book as I turned its pages carelessly. "Ya!" Hey! he snorted. "What are you? An alien or something? Ten hands, my ass. Why are you so distracted today? That book... does the book really need to suffer? As far as I know, it's your favorite book. Look, you're murdering the pages and—”

He strode over towards me, and yet again, I wasn't able to move away. "I think it's time we talk about why I'm really here," he said suddenly. "Agreed," I said curtly, not wanting to give too much away. "I read your book again. I have some notes," "Oh? You do?" I narrowed my eyes at him. That wasn't what I was expecting. "The ending for one, I didn't like it," "What didn't you like about it?" "The last line in the book was; 'you, me, and never us'. That was just so fúcking depressing,"

" That's called numbness. A state of being completely numb. " " Really? " Essy asked. " Yeah. " " But how is it possible that you know this but I don't? " Stacy questioned. " Well, I read about it in a book and there the Writer explained it in detail. " " Oh wow! So what's the title of the book? " " Depressed: love yourself. " " So it's not romance? " " Yeah, it isn't. It's mostly about a unique siblings relationship. " " Oh. Who wrote the book? "

"It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a book of yours. I'm trying to say that I could search for any phrase I'm saying tonight and I would find it on g****e, like the speech of a character. That's too much, Tasha. I'm not kidding. I really think too much what writers can do for other people. I've heard many stories of people in depression who were cured by finding help in the books, even those that most people consider a bullshit that should not have been written. You're awesome!” I agreed with him. In one of the worst phases of my life, it was an inconsequential love for Fifty Shades of Grey that took me out o

I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My

After staring at the vast beautiful green grass, you find your self laughing at an old joke you remembered alone. They say lone wolves do not get far alone but here you are alone, okay, happy. It seems like a jig saw puzzle suddenly fit into place. Then it hits you, the reality hits you, you are free from depression and anxiety, you don’t want to kill yourself anymore, you want to live, you want to try, literature is one of your best classes. Life is not bad the universe is beautiful; the world is awesome and so are you

It is more like a glimpse of shadow when you see the face and that's all it is. "Depression is not caused by having too much given too little time . It is caused by acknowledging too much given too little space to store". I could easily tell Mathews's story and I might even tell it well, add filter there and there, brush some scenes and polish each word. But it won't be genuine for it'll be from my point of view. It won't be his anymore. You'd be reading my story but with an additional character in it. So I believe I should hand the mic to him.

The things happening to me were enough to drive anyone to the brink of madness. I stared at the open, leather bound book, The Devil's Bible, that I had been writing in a felt as though I was slowly losing my process and train of thoughts. I placed down the black pen to look at what I had spent the whole night writing, it was completely unreadable, meaningless like the rest of the writings in the book.