Novel & Cerita Open When Youre Sad

It shouldn’t be that. Ocelotte turned on the car’s speaker, and a raspy, melancholic female voice filled the car — "You want my happiness, "But I don’t have that much happiness. "Happiness drowns in this world, "Happiness drowns in tears, "Through my fingers, I watch your unintentional sneer, and I forget to cry. "It turns out, you don’t like seeing me sad…"

Rain.. I don't know why it always rains whenever something sad happens to me. Be it in my previous life or my current life. I don't know the reason, but maybe it was raining to wash away my sadness, or just to add to the coldness of my already cold heart. "Please accept my condolences, miss"

I sit up, suddenly feeling deflated, finding my phone. 'I'm okay, thinking of you too. Hope you are having a good time'. The message is the best I can do and I manage with shaking fingers to send it. I fall back on the pillow crying from the now bleeding wound that has just been re-opened.

ASHER * * Whenever I go through a bad break-up, there's usually three things that comes in mind to do. 1) Crash out. Just cry and listen to Olivia Rodrigo and ghost everyone for weeks 2) Drink till stupor. 3) Fuck I took the third option. Now there's something called Sober sex, you fuck the closest person around when you're sad, depressed or angry. I don't want to crash out, and I don't want to drink... sex is the only option left.

“I’m okay.” She didn’t look convinced. “Do you want to know a secret?” I asked. Her eyes lit up slightly. “Yes.” “Being sad doesn’t mean something is wrong,” I said. “Sometimes it just means something matters a lot.” She considered that seriously. “Like when I thought you weren’t coming back?” My chest tightened. “Exactly like that.” “But you did come back.” “I did.” Her expression softened into something certain. “Then it’s okay.” I smiled faintly, even as emotion pressed against my throat. “Yeah. It is.”

she mutters, rubbing her temples. Presley pouts dramatically. “Oh, come on, Tam! Don’t be such a killjoy,” she says, a teasing edge to her voice. “It’ll be fun! Besides, we all need a little excitement, right?” Sadie, ever the peacemaker, laughs lightly. “I’m down, but only if everyone wants to play.” She looks at me, and I can tell she’s checking in on me. "I'm not interested” I say not willing to put myself in a position to be vulnarable.

Seeing him again, reminded me of the pain I tried so hard to forget. “You can cry.” Dylan whispered beside me. I glanced at him but he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes was on the road. “It’s okay to cry when you feel overwhelmed, sad , angry or happy.” He says again, turning to look at me. He leaned closer to me, his hand cradling my right cheek. “I don’t want to.” I whispered, watching his face closely.

she again shouted aloud as she walked further towards the field, opening her arms wide, she looked up at the sky and the stars, feeling the breeze all over her body, she felt enveloped in it, yet free "No one's there, no Aliens, no Humans, no one, I have no one in my life, I'm so sad, I'm a sad girl, POOR SAD Girl" her pitch kept bobbing high and low, suddenly she played an imaginary guitar and strummed like a countryside rockstar, "Im a sad girl yeee, ohoooooo, yeah I'm a Poor Sad... sad girl yeaaaaaa, I'm a, am a sad girlllllllllll," she finished her performance to her imaginery audience, "Thankyou, thankyou dear ppls,"

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But I can hear the insecurity in his voice. “It’s okay to be sad, Lucas. You lost your Gamma position that you had worked very hard for, it’s only natural for you to be sad. But you are holding in your tears, which I don’t think is healthy. Just let yourself feel.” “Like a wimp?” I breathe a laugh. “Yes, like a wimp.”