Why Do I Cry And Laugh At The Same Time Novels & Stories

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

His gaze returned to me, disappointment clear and heavy. “I’ll make her apologize.” I lay sprawled on the cold deck, my body barely responding to my own will. Small stones scraped against my skin, one skidding dangerously close to my eye. Around us, people moved quickly—around her instead. “It’s okay, don’t cry.” “We all know you didn’t mean anything by it.” “She’s clearly overreacting.” “Adrian, seriously, how did you even put up with this?” Someone let out an awkward laugh. “She really knows how to turn nothing into a spectacle.”

A short, sharp sound left my throat. Then another. And before I knew it— I was laughing. Ryder frowned. Cole exchanged a confused glance with Jaxson. None of them understood it. None of them could feel the hysteria bubbling in my chest like I was choking on the weight of my entire life. My laugh grew louder, shakier, until it sounded like a broken sob mixed with something unhinged. “Of course,” I finally said, wiping my wet cheeks as another tear slipped out. “Of course she did.”

Jane had always felt that it was only a matter of the painter’s color selection, which was then spoken about by later generations in an overdramatized way. How could anyone in this world have eyes that were both crying and smiling at the same time? It was simply too absurd! Today, however, Jane Dunn thought that having two divisions of feelings that one could experience simultaneously in this world was indeed possible. That was exactly how she felt right now. The thrilling sensation of revenge made her want to laugh flamboyantly and cry painfully like she was being ripped apart… In the end, this string of translucent tears seemed even more insane. She did not know whether it was her laughter

I laughed because if I didn't, I would cry and I would be damned if I cried in front of a rodent like Ari Thunderbolt Black. I laughed because life was giving me the finger again and I am once again helpless about it. I mean why the hell not? It was certainly better than breaking down in tears or having another emotional breakdown. I laughed because I guess deep down I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop and good lord! It was a goddamn heavy show and it dropped on my head. I laughed because…here we go again. I laughed because frankly there was nothing else to do. "What's so funny?" Ari was puzzled.

Maybe it was mainly because I have never done it before or also because I didn’t seem to understand a logic behind an occasion making you so happy you cry. Tears for me can only come from a place of pain and hurting and that is the way it really should be. On the other hand I understood how a thing can make you laugh so hard that you get tears in your eyes, this is because I have experienced it, and understandably I can provide a logical explanation for it, but for other tears that is said to come from so much happiness, not so much. After wards we cleared out the tables and loaded the dishes in the washer, and spent the last hours of the Saturday morning lazying around and trying to catch u

"What were you afraid of?" And then, Jean laughed out loud. He laughed hard, so hard that his whole body began to ache. It hurt to breathe and was hard for him to stop. Squeezing his hands so hard that his nails dug into his skin, he laughed even harder. Distorted, his face took off all its masks. And beneath all the masks was a fragile man who just wanted to be happy. It was a man who had lost himself on his way to life. And that loss was too cruel. For now, his eyes would always laugh and cry at the same time.

Dawn finally cracks and leans against the wall, laughing into her hands. It feels like something breaks open inside me. All the pain, all the shock, all the tension rip at the seams, and I laugh until my stomach hurts. And just as quickly, the laughter changes. I’m crying now. Full on, shoulders heaving, nose-running sobs. The kind that makes your eyes swell and your chest hitch like a toddler who missed naptime. My face is red. My voice is ragged. I feel like I’ve just crashed through every stage of grief in thirty seconds. “I probably look like a tomato,” I gasp between sobs.

“Not you. Not them. Not ever. I’ll crawl out of the earth a thousand times if that’s what it takes. You belong with me, kitten. Alive. Breathing. Laughing too much. Driving me mad with your mouth. That’s how it’s going to be, and nothing—do you hear me—nothing will take that from me.” And me? I was just sitting there melting, trying not to scream into his shirt, because how the hell do you even respond to that? Do you know what I did? I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because my emotions are everywhere, and sometimes laughing is the only way to stop myself from crying until my eyes swell shut.

Mine dissolved, breaking apart into raw, racking sobs that tore from my chest, each one shaking me like an earthquake. And there, with Claire watching helplessly, I shattered all over again. “I—I’m sorry,” I choked between shallow gasps, my voice breaking as I smeared at the tears streaking my cheeks with trembling fingers. “I think it’s just my pregnant hormones. I can’t stop—” My throat caught as a strangled laugh escaped me. “I can’t stop laughing and crying at the same time.” The sound was hysterical, cracked, the laughter of someone too far gone to tell the difference between humor and despair. Claire didn’t laugh with me. She only watched, her gaze heavy with sorrow, her silence scream