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That meant Vadym needed to keep the fossil trade successful in order to afford his little hobby. A hunger to hurt something rose up in him, and he stood and walked over to a bookshelf full of priceless Western literature first editions. Most were irreplaceable. He'd bought them because he loved to know he could destroy them at his leisure. He pulled one back halfway from its companions. There was a soft click as the shelf separated from the wall. Vadym pulled the bookshelf away from the wall, revealing a padlocked door. He removed a key from his pocket and unlocked it. When he opened it, the light from his office illuminated the dark confined space and the pathetic half-naked figure chained

So I preferred to go out. "Yes, but why didn't you come back when you felt better?" He wanted to know. "Because I still don't feel better. I still see him in every corner I look. I still feel that my heart is totally full of a poisonous liquid. And I don't think I could sit on that throne, see everyone dancing and drinking, and nothing for me is like a party. They wouldn't understand me. There is no such thing as a depression in hell, although Tennebris really was a very clear image of this problem... They wouldn't understand. No one would understand.

It gnawed at me like a constant ache, a reminder of the void that Cassidy’s absence had left behind. The heaviness of my thoughts feels like an anchor dragging me down into the depths of my own mind. It's as if I'm trapped in a never-ending darkness, a place where hope struggles to exist. Depression is a relentless specter that clings to every corner of my being. Its grip tightens with every passing moon, making even the simplest tasks feel like insurmountable mountains. The moon hangs high in the sky as I stand before Beta Achilles, the silver light casting an ethereal glow upon his masculine figure.

I don't think I can live my life just hanging out in the mansion. I've tried reading in the library and reading was never my thing unless it has something to do with school. I'm not in the mood to swim either, even if the indoor pool has a heater, the weather is just not corresponding to my mood. I've watched all the new movies in the theater room in one day! I tried chatting with the people and they seem to always rush out of the conversation. so after a few attempts to make friends, I decided to just give up. my bedroom and the gym were the only two places that are best for me to spend time without feeling depressed

I had another hour before my next class so I just decided to go to the library and wait there because staying in one place somehow eases the pain. I walked into the library with a cup of black coffee in my hand. I walked to a quiet and secluded place and sat on a chair. I took a deep breath as I drank from my coffee. I took out my favorite book, The Notebook, from my bag and placed it on the desk. I can't count the number of times I had read the book. It has so much behind it, love, pain, sorrow, loss and grief. I cried the first time I read the book. I also cried the first time I watched the movie.

ROMAN I loosen my tie and sink into my office chair. It's almost the end of the day, and it's time for my fucking depression to shine. It's the one time of the day when I allow myself to think about her. My work is done and I can indulge. That's what I like to call it anyway. Indulging. I've got nothing better to do. My days are all the same—all fucking boring. I don't care anymore. And it never fails to shock me that I got to this point.

"I need something to occupy my mind, not sedate it, little bird. Something dramatic, passionate, maybe a classic tragedy." ​We paused in front of a section devoted to foreign literature. ​"How about Wuthering Heights?" I suggested, pulling the dense volume from the shelf. "All-consuming passion, deep obsession, and tragic consequences. A perfect distraction." ​He took the book from my hand as his fingers brushed mine. A contact that lasted a mere second but felt like an electric jolt. I immediately hid my hand behind me. He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me.

Noah~ The strange thing about trying to move on was that nobody ever warned you how boring it felt. Movies made it look dramatic and full of big moments. Books made it sound deep and meaningful. In reality, it was mostly about staring at your phone and forcing yourself not to do anything stupid and who was I fucking kidding with the Shakespeare shit, I was a miserable fucker. That was exactly what I had been doing for the last four days.

[Apple] Despair is deeper than sadness--it is the feeling of no longer having hope. As I sob on the cold, hard ground, my body seizes with loss. What will I do without Sylvester? Is this little spark of life all that remains of my mate and our love? Will I end up like my mother, alone with a child, still in love with my mate but unable to be with him, mourning him for the rest of my life until I die of depression?

The world that will take the people who are left in a bad economy, so bad that the world would fall into a series of problems, which would simply lead to people being taken by the wind, by the plague, the horsemen of the apocalypse returning to the world, thousands of people just couldn't deal with each other, fights, conflicts, wars that would never end, whatever they promise to do a ceasefire or a truce, the world will be taken by a series of misfortunes. Over time, people would fall into despair, diseases would spread, All the effects that covid has caused to take the lives of everyone living, despair, the economy the best word to describe it is despair, death, panic, everyone went crazy