روايات وقصص ضمن Quotes Of Being Alone And Sad

It makes me feel so vulnerable. Being alone also means being stuck with my dark thoughts. What if my family is here? What will they do after not seeing me for five years? They may not have been here physically but they've disrupted my sleep almost every night I've been away from them. I don't think I could handle seeing them again. I'd rather die than be tortured for not doing the smallest things. I can't do that again. I won't do that again.

Despite everything, she remains witty. It's sad to talk to them only by video for so many months. Not being able to hug them, smell them, touch them. Not having someone to exchange simple everyday conversations with, or to share our thoughts with. I'm not surprised that I didn't mind Jonathan asking me to move in with him. I don't like being alone. At least I'll have him to talk to. Or have dinner with me at home. I don't know when my mother and sister will be able to come and this time alone is already depressing me.

“I will remind her how sorry you are, how much you regret everything. I will tell her how much you miss her and how much of a good man you still are.” I chuckled bitterly. Never in a million years did I think Nick would say something like that to me. But here he was, offering me advice, trying to help in his own way. “Thanks, man. It’s going to be so lonely here without any of you. All of you will be together, and I’ll be here, alone. I wonder what my days will look like.”

Mom always told me the same thing every time we watched the stars; "Burdens hurt the most when you carry them alone. There are people whose love for you outnumber the stars. That way, you'll never be alone." I sighed. I've been alone for five years. Running, hiding, unwanted, afraid and alone. Was there anyone else who had such love for me? A love that could outnumber the stars? A dreadful feeling gathred at the pit of my stomach and this time, I didn't stop the tears. I wanted to wake up and see that this was all a bad dream. I had nothing to live for. Everyday is like a curse weighing me down without mercy. No sooner had a tiny drop of rain touch my skin, than it began to rain heavily. I d

he's gone. Leaving me shattered. I wail, realizing that I'm alone now. It takes me a while to scan the surroundings, where this area seems limitless. There's no one around except me. No. The feeling of being alone is truly torturous. One by one, they find their happiness while I? I sit among the crushed flowers, devastated. "Ai?"

I feel so lonely without you. I feel like a person who has lost everything and is now alone in this cruel world. ………………

I feel like I'm slipping into depression and there's no one out to see it. I feel so alone and broken I have never felt this way before. Why is it all happening? Is it my fault? Atleast give me a reason, for what am I blaming myself for? I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. I just need a long tight hug. To cry my eyes out.. But when I look around I have no one to rely on I have stopped talking lately and no one seems to notice that I have been quite lately...

I used to envy people a lot as they could be happy whenever they wanted but for me, I had to pay for my medicines to get happy. Life is not always fair with everyone. Some people have to go through a lot. They live their lives in pain and die with that pain hidden somewhere in their hearts. When their dead bodies are burned, their stories get burned with them. When they are buried, their miseries hidden in their souls get buried along with them. It is said that we are born alone and we will die alone but these are some miserable souls that also live alone.

“The truth is… I’m really not feeling well. The doctor said this could affect my mood, my body, and even my emotional and mental state. And right now, I’m just not in the best place.” Ryan reached out and took my hand, holding it tightly in both of his. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he said softly, “I’m here. You and I, we’re a pair. We come as one. And I want you to know that you’re not alone. I am here.” My eyes welled up. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Ryan… That means a lot. Because I’ve been going through so much, and I’ve been hurting... like a lot. I’m still in pain, and sometimes I feel like I’m all alone in this world.”

Far from the comfort of his home, far from the reality of freedom, “I don’t want self-pity,” he says, looking away. "Don't ever start mentioning it." There's pain and bitterness in his voice. I may have considered myself as lonely but the sense of sorrow seeping through his dejected expression is far beyond the truest depth of the word.