There’s not a lot shinsou thinks about, but misery is definitely one of them. he watches the other students as they laugh and play amongst themselves, but he himself doesn’t move, too disconnected to ever begin to wonder if maybe they’d let him join. no, he was happy just watching. (at least, that’s what he told himself). he didn’t want to think what would happen if he asked, and how he would feel when they said no.
Misery is all around us. It is commonly mistaken for sadness, but there is so much more to it, For instance there is anger and hurt that is brewed alongside being sad. But you must remember that when there are all bad things, there are also good. One must be willing to find happiness in the darkest days, because that is when you feel true joy. It’s also the knowing you survived.
the mystery of living in misery
You´re the Jefferson city
to my Missouri
The river is flowing
through me like a piece of wood
minus the warmth
minus the power
that was once
right here
´ever I went
with you on my mind
I said this last goodbye too many times
a slight disappointment meets calm
except that one time when
you screamed your ignorance at me
and thought i smiled
and I did
i know exactly why
Is war peace?
Is ignorance strength?
Is freedom slavery?
misery is a horrible feeling. it’s like someone putting 50-pound weights on your chest. it’s like someone squeezing all of the air out of your lungs. it’s like a million butterflies were released in your stomach and are trying to fly up your throat and out your mouth. misery is a combination of sadness and anger. misery is one of the worst feelings in the world.
it all a misery. life is a missery. we cant do anything about it. we can just live it.
there is no point in thinking. bbecause it only wastes time. rather one shoukd just move on.
that a life
It only takes until the count of five. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Count slowly, there’s no need to rush the inevitable. Almost counting out loud, with each second so distinct and loud in the sudden silence. They say keep your eyes on your destination—ten seconds down the road, or the space above home base when you pitch with a twist—I keep my eyes on the ground, on the bits of dust and dirt that stick around as reminders of all the places I’ve been, and all the places I’ve neglected, and see what lies ten seconds down my road. Seven now. Six. Five brings down the dam of disappointment, the death of fantasy, and my first breath of rebirth into reality is too sharp. It could never have been anything else. Five more seconds of shifting, caged-animal pacing, before finding myself at my own destination, crumbs in toes, wall on back, relying on my knees to keep my chest together, because the rest of me isn’t strong enough yet.
Misery, what I feel when I think about my one-sided crush on you. It takes time they say but I know that what it really takes is my own strength to keep going on. I have control over my own body and emotions.
Misery, loves company is the saying… I choose never to keep company with misery. Keep a positive mindset no matter what. Misery is something I don’t need or want.
This is silly. Misery is simply a state. A mind set that one can avoid, overcome, and even change. It has nothing to do with your being or your personality, nor is it permenant. I, for one, don’t even tolerate misery. If I think a situation is even remotely miserable, I won’t even attend.
My life right now. But I fight it. I won’t let it get to me, like it did last time. I like sun, beach , summer, hapiness and love. I like love. And I also like to be loved, but that’s something you can’t control.
Misery loves company, Luke, and that’s good enough reason to share yours. What gives? Tony asked his friend.
My dad won’t answer my phone calls, Lucas answered. I’ve been trying to reach him all day.
Well, maybe he’s busy.
Yeah, but he’s always too busy for me. I have never been a priority in his life.
How I feel right at this moment. Misery, it is a terrible word that i am using and thinking about and its quite Ironic. Really, that this word be the one that shows up on my screen when I am feeling so low.
This word always makes me think of locked closet doors and broken ankles. About a mouth that can’t form the words that heart has to say. Maybe because they don’t speak the same language. Mostly I remember rooms darkened of vacant stares, bound by the principle of misunderstanding. Poised for war, I sit center square, pen waving the atmosphere like a magic wand until the void closes or the coffee cup empties itself…whichever happens first.
He lifted one last forkful of his dinner. Chew, swallow.
Across the table, an empty plate.
He had forgotten Jay wasn’t going to be coming home in time for dinner.
I was in the process of pulling myself out of my latest lethargic episode of misery when the doorbell rang, and the Grim Reaper was standing there. Only instead of a black robe and scythe, he was wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt and carrying a steel lunchbox. He offered me something from it, but I declined.
“You just seem so sad,” the Grim Reaper said to me. “How about a bag of pretzels?”
Misery is far, far away today! Up at 5:30 to sunshine and cool temps, on my mountain bike before 7:00 riding my favorite trail in the pine trees. Who can be miserable doing that?
I’m really not miserable. I’m broke but I’m happy. She bought an Alanis Morrisette vinyl the other day and it skipped on the player, and she was so disappointed. This is the life, even if it aches a little.
I am miserable. I have no idea what to do with my life. I want to be distracted pretty much all the time because I don’t want to see the emptiness of my life.
She put her chin in her hand and stared moodily at the computer. The words just weren’t coming. She was stuck. She felt a surge of frustration take over her and she wanted to throw her laptop across the kitchen.
Misery. Misery isn’t always what you can see. It doesn’t even look like it is what it is in most cases. The real misery is much worse; it comes from the inside.
It doesn’t matter whether you’re successful or not, if the idea of you being a loser once manifests inside your mind, you won’t be able to escape a mini-trip to hell. Maybe even something more horrifying.
There’s not a lot shinsou thinks about, but misery is definitely one of them. he watches the other students as they laugh and play amongst themselves, but he himself doesn’t move, too disconnected to ever begin to wonder if maybe they’d let him join. no, he was happy just watching. (at least, that’s what he told himself). he didn’t want to think what would happen if he asked, and how he would feel when they said no.
Misery is all around us. It is commonly mistaken for sadness, but there is so much more to it, For instance there is anger and hurt that is brewed alongside being sad. But you must remember that when there are all bad things, there are also good. One must be willing to find happiness in the darkest days, because that is when you feel true joy. It’s also the knowing you survived.
oh
the mystery of living in misery
You´re the Jefferson city
to my Missouri
The river is flowing
through me like a piece of wood
minus the warmth
minus the power
that was once
right here
´ever I went
with you on my mind
I said this last goodbye too many times
a slight disappointment meets calm
except that one time when
you screamed your ignorance at me
and thought i smiled
and I did
i know exactly why
Is war peace?
Is ignorance strength?
Is freedom slavery?
Give me anything
I´ll turn it into misery
misery is a horrible feeling. it’s like someone putting 50-pound weights on your chest. it’s like someone squeezing all of the air out of your lungs. it’s like a million butterflies were released in your stomach and are trying to fly up your throat and out your mouth. misery is a combination of sadness and anger. misery is one of the worst feelings in the world.
it all a misery. life is a missery. we cant do anything about it. we can just live it.
there is no point in thinking. bbecause it only wastes time. rather one shoukd just move on.
that a life
It only takes until the count of five. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Count slowly, there’s no need to rush the inevitable. Almost counting out loud, with each second so distinct and loud in the sudden silence. They say keep your eyes on your destination—ten seconds down the road, or the space above home base when you pitch with a twist—I keep my eyes on the ground, on the bits of dust and dirt that stick around as reminders of all the places I’ve been, and all the places I’ve neglected, and see what lies ten seconds down my road. Seven now. Six. Five brings down the dam of disappointment, the death of fantasy, and my first breath of rebirth into reality is too sharp. It could never have been anything else. Five more seconds of shifting, caged-animal pacing, before finding myself at my own destination, crumbs in toes, wall on back, relying on my knees to keep my chest together, because the rest of me isn’t strong enough yet.
Misery, what I feel when I think about my one-sided crush on you. It takes time they say but I know that what it really takes is my own strength to keep going on. I have control over my own body and emotions.
Misery, loves company is the saying… I choose never to keep company with misery. Keep a positive mindset no matter what. Misery is something I don’t need or want.
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This is silly. Misery is simply a state. A mind set that one can avoid, overcome, and even change. It has nothing to do with your being or your personality, nor is it permenant. I, for one, don’t even tolerate misery. If I think a situation is even remotely miserable, I won’t even attend.
My life right now. But I fight it. I won’t let it get to me, like it did last time. I like sun, beach , summer, hapiness and love. I like love. And I also like to be loved, but that’s something you can’t control.
Misery loves company, Luke, and that’s good enough reason to share yours. What gives? Tony asked his friend.
My dad won’t answer my phone calls, Lucas answered. I’ve been trying to reach him all day.
Well, maybe he’s busy.
Yeah, but he’s always too busy for me. I have never been a priority in his life.
How I feel right at this moment. Misery, it is a terrible word that i am using and thinking about and its quite Ironic. Really, that this word be the one that shows up on my screen when I am feeling so low.
The misery of searching for a credit card you have hidden somewhere you would certainly find after the trip.
“Misery”
This word always makes me think of locked closet doors and broken ankles. About a mouth that can’t form the words that heart has to say. Maybe because they don’t speak the same language. Mostly I remember rooms darkened of vacant stares, bound by the principle of misunderstanding. Poised for war, I sit center square, pen waving the atmosphere like a magic wand until the void closes or the coffee cup empties itself…whichever happens first.
He lifted one last forkful of his dinner. Chew, swallow.
Across the table, an empty plate.
He had forgotten Jay wasn’t going to be coming home in time for dinner.
I was in the process of pulling myself out of my latest lethargic episode of misery when the doorbell rang, and the Grim Reaper was standing there. Only instead of a black robe and scythe, he was wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt and carrying a steel lunchbox. He offered me something from it, but I declined.
“You just seem so sad,” the Grim Reaper said to me. “How about a bag of pretzels?”
“I think I’ll pass,” I replied.
Misery is far, far away today! Up at 5:30 to sunshine and cool temps, on my mountain bike before 7:00 riding my favorite trail in the pine trees. Who can be miserable doing that?
Misery is something common nowadays. Due to this fact there’s a lot of problems in the society.
I’m really not miserable. I’m broke but I’m happy. She bought an Alanis Morrisette vinyl the other day and it skipped on the player, and she was so disappointed. This is the life, even if it aches a little.
I am miserable. I have no idea what to do with my life. I want to be distracted pretty much all the time because I don’t want to see the emptiness of my life.
She put her chin in her hand and stared moodily at the computer. The words just weren’t coming. She was stuck. She felt a surge of frustration take over her and she wanted to throw her laptop across the kitchen.
Misery. Misery isn’t always what you can see. It doesn’t even look like it is what it is in most cases. The real misery is much worse; it comes from the inside.
It doesn’t matter whether you’re successful or not, if the idea of you being a loser once manifests inside your mind, you won’t be able to escape a mini-trip to hell. Maybe even something more horrifying.
This was something I had never felt before. A feeling of something pulling me down, destroying me. An unbearable sadness.