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

His body shook as he laughed, gasping and heaving… He laughed as tears gathered in his eyes. He laughed until he started to sob.

Sunny blocks me as I enter the hospital reception and I almost scream out. “Oh, fuck, you scared me!” I let out a breath, and surprisingly, a throaty laughter escapes my lips. “What's wrong with you? Are you about to enter depression?” Sunny watches me with concern, and I laugh even more, cleaning tears from my eyes. “Look at me, Sun. This is what I've been rendered to? I'm so upset now that I want to cry, but oh, if you hear what I have to tell you, you'd laugh harder than me.” I sniff, wondering why tears are streaming down my face while I'm laughing so hard. Is that the first stage of depression?

It strengthens me when I cry, it let me figure out who loves and who hates me, it makes me come to a conclusion. Tears can signify sorrow and can also signify happiness. Don't only thrive for happiness. If you look around the world, you will find that happiness and sorrow are opposite and everything in this world has the opposite of it. If you are always happy remember that you can also be sad. If you are lucky remember you can also get unlucky. If you are always smiling you can also frown. If you are always laughing you would also cry... This is earth for you.... Life isn't fair to anyone...

I strangely chuckled, then i began to laugh, while at the same time, i am struggling to make tears slip out of my eyes, but it seems i am not doing anything at all. "Hannah, are you okay? " i heard him ask as i throw my head backwards to go for another round of laughter. I felt the first tears slip out of my eyes and fell sideways, i felt the second doing the same, that was when i brought my head back, and let the tears rush down my face, i knew he was so confuse, and that's what i need him to be… I smiled amidst those tears as they rush fast down my eyes, i knew he was getting less confused, and more convinced.

She had stopped crying but felt feeble and stared at herself in the mirror. She did not have the right to cry, as she was the one who pushed him away. She stared through the mirror, feeling numb after the pain passed. With no sensation left, she stood quietly and chuckled. Sometimes, laughter is more despairing and more hollow than crying. If a person cries, it means that person is still feeling the pain. But when the pain is over and laughter sets in, it could mean something worse. The knuckles of the hands holding the steering wheel turned white, and blue veins popped up on his forehead as Mark clenched his jaws tightly. He hit the steering wheel with his fist and made a ton of noise.

And somehow, without either of us noticing when it started, the laughter blurred into something else. Tears. Her eyes filled first. Then mine. We both tried to speak at the same time, but nothing came out properly. It just turned into a mess of half-formed words and shaky breaths that made no sense. “You—” she started. “You—” I said at the same time. We stopped. Looked at each other. And then laughed again, even though neither of us had stopped crying. “This is so stupid,” she said, wiping at her face quickly. “It really is,” I replied, doing the same, though it did not help much.

I looked up to see if maybe my ceiling was leaking, but my vision got blurred. I needed to get my glasses. My eyesight must be getting bad. I wiped the water on my cheek, but it was still wet. I wiped the other one, and it was wet too. Then I realized that I was crying. I started to laugh. I laughed as tears fell down my face, and I sunk down on the floor of the kitchen as the laughter turned into sobs. I was crying and laughing. I couldn't control my emotions. What was wrong with me?

I watched her face warm into a smile and I could not believe my ears. A chuckle escaped my lips and before I knew it, I was laughing and crying at the same time.

It cracked out of me high and ridiculous and I clapped my good hand over my mouth and it kept coming—a wet helpless hiccup of a laugh—and my eyes were spilling at the same time and I could not stop either one. Charlie froze halfway across the room. “Did I—” he started. “No,” I said, behind my hand. “No, you didn’t—” I was crying. I was laughing. I did not know which one I was doing. They were watching me with five identical alarmed faces and that made it worse, and I laughed again into my palm and a tear ran into the bandage at my wrist. “I am sorry,” I gasped. “I do not know why I am—”

At last, he broke the silence and called me in a helpless voice. “Please… look at me. Look at me in the eyes.” But as soon as I raised my head and looked at him, my tears uncontrollably fell from my eyes, blurring my vision. “Crystal… please stop crying.” “But… I can’t help it. Your letter was really… really, cringe.” He was frozen from a moment before he burst into laughter. I also laughed, not knowing whether I am crying from emotions or crying from laughing. “Was it really that cringy?”