I’m not convinced. This is always on my mind, as some people I just never believe. They lie far too much. I know better. I can’t believe they continue to lie. Lies, lies, lies. This word I;m writing about is “convinced,”, but wh
I’m convinved if I don’t keep writing I might fall into the white void laid out before me. The vastness of possibility is bathed in the glare of the screen. A multiplicity of voices clamours to be heard before ebbing away, my own voice drowns within them.
I’m not entirely convinced that Ethan is telling the truth. I mean, he’s been straight with me and my family for as long as I’ve known him, but I’ve never pried into his past. I haven’t really ever heard him speak of his childhood. Barely anything personal ever makes it past his ashen lips.
Someone has shaped my view of something. They have persuaded me I am not thinking for myself. I am convinced. Con as is in tricked into thinking something I don’ truly believe.
I was convinced he was the one, but, then again, I always was. It wasn’t like this was new, so what was different? Nothing, I suppose. The one mistake I always let myself make was falling stupidly, hopelessly, head over heels in love.
i am convinced that life is about choices. that i love writing. that i love logan. convincing can be hard to do. i am good at convincing people of things. that’s called persuasion. i hope i spelled that right. my parents have convinced me of things, but i don’t consider myself someone who is convinced of things easily. it takes time for me to be convinced. therefore i’m not gullible.
I was convinced he was wrong. He had to be. There was no way that the words coming out of his mouth had any weight behind them. Was there? And suddenly there was doubt. Doubt about him, about me, about her, and everything I knew. If he was telling the truth, everything would fall apart.
She paced about in front of the window, her hand held gently over the small mound just below her waistline. She felt sick to her stomach, like her whole world was coming to an abrupt, certain end. She stared out the rain-drenched windowpanes, over the field, past the rolling hillsides. Grey clouds rolled over the mountainside, floating loftily over the pasture. The whole world was moving around her, and she was convinced that her own world was almost entirely over.
I am convinced that there is nothing more that I want that you. When I wake up, I think of you. When I go to sleep, it’s still you that I think of. It will always be you. I am convinced that there’s no one out there more perfect for me than you. It will always be you and no one else. I am convinced.
She paced about in front of the window, her hand held gently over the small mound just below her waistline. She felt sick to her stomach, like her whole world was coming to an abrupt, certain end. She stared out the rain-drenched windowpanes, over the field, past the rolling hillsides. Grey clouds rolled over the mountainside, floating loftily over the pasture. The whole world was moving around her, and she was convinced that her own world was almost entirely over.
I am not convinced. I told you I was happy but you were not convinced. I didn’t convince myself either– I’m a good liar but not that good. It was easy to laugh and giggle and smile because I had so much energy but there’s a difference between that and feeling good. I’m convinced that you’re concerned. You’re convinced that I’m going to do something terrible.
I was convinced that the lion was going to beat up the bear, when actually, the bear kicked the lions ass. I guess I was wrong. Next time I will bet on the bear. He was
I am convinced that everyone my age knows exactly what theyre doing with my life. And i kind of do to. but im ashamed of it. Is that ok? That making money isnt the first thing i want to do. I want to save elephants in thailand. Is that weird? im convinced its not. Its a good thing. i want to save lives and be loved. I want to be happy.
As soon as i saw the puppy i was convinced that he had to be mine. There was just no other option. None. Those big round chocolate eyes. The fluffy beige hair. The seeming half way smile.
I was so convinced that the minute I stepped out of line I would be dead. My friend Elizabeth was almost at her maxium too. That is why I am so conviced.
I was convinced that life would get better, but it is just has been the same crap dished out in a different way.
Ha, oh well. I least I realize now that every day leads to another and I just got to wait.
Hrm… I am also convinced I will be single until I am.
Can’t wait to be alone.
Finally, I am convinced that I enjoy being alone sometimes. :]
i was convinced yesterday that i was the most powerful man in the world. i guess that was wrong. it took a lot of convincing, too. i started to wonder why they tried to trick me into that. i convinced myself that maybe i didn’t actually need convincing and secretly i knew myself that i thought i was the most powerful man in the world.
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i am convinced
it needs to be about me
it is a floreshing filing, it makes you feel so free
it bounds you to the things you just dont need to be
I am convinced that one day in life that everything will change, every person on the Earth good or bad will experience a new, fresh start, and will want to change their life around. When they do so , they will be a happier new person.
I wasn’t very convinced that she was a size four. She was more like a size six, but I didn’t want to tell her for fear of insulting her. However, I was the saleslady, and she came to me for help. I told her she was a size six. She said, “Oh! I never knew!”. I replied “There’s nothing wrong with being a size six, in fact I’m a size six too.” She grinned appreciatively and picked up the pants I held out for her.
I’m convinced that the united states will fall into an absolutely terrible depression, I’m wondering how that was the first thing I decided to type considering I was told not to think but just to type. I’m very convinced that this is a ploy to get us to spill the beans. You guys are rather brilliant in this ploy, you could find serial killers and such. I think I’m out of time.
How can I convince her to join the G.S.A with me ((by the way, I like how I can keep a diary n here ad no one cares)). It’d be difficult to convince her it was a good idea- a good girl like her wouldn’t think of that you see. Anyway. The hard part will come later: convincing my mum to let me go on the trips… xP
she doesn’t think they ever really believed
that they were in love. and she thinks that
that was what hurled them towards the
fallout.
stronger than his lies or her shutdowns
was the ever-present breath of shaky doubt;
a love built on a crumbling foundation.
shady architecture makes for dysfunctional relationships.
and he mumbled names of other girls from
long ago and far away, lost ghosts touching
and touching and touching him, grazing his
lips against theirs. and she hugged her own knees
and stared through him and past him and saw
herself among those phantoms, and also
nothing.
and they crashed down with the ghosts’ breath and
they knew.
The look of desperation in his eyes convinced me he was not lying. He looked like a drowned man. His face and lips pale and grey. His eyes wide open as if enduring some ineffable pain. If anything, he believed what he was saying. My own eyes were glued to his, and I felt myself crumbling. The ground shook, my feet collapsed. Was this what they meant when they said…
I am convinced that something is going to happen with my friendships. I honestly dont know what to think anymore. I barely see them, i seem to miss out on things… a lot, and now they are all overreacting so much becasuse my mom invited someone who we arent the closest with to vomce to the mall with us. they wanted me to uninvted her and thats just kinda wrong. maybe i am not as good as a judge of character as i thought.
Convinced that the next breath would never find its way, out or possibly in. What was it that he had done to me, taken my breath, my thought my soul? How could it be done so fast with so little thought? I was convinced that nothing could or would ever be this way again. Yet on i look for it to happen over and over like a junkie.
I wish i could convince you
to follow me
to a place neither of us have ever been.
convince you to fall in love
convince you to love as if you have never
been hurt.
But that would be infinitely difficult,
my dear.
I am convinced that my husband is cheating on me.
He has been distant. Unattentive. He never listens to me anymore. He never shows affection or uses terms of endearment anymore. When our honeymoon stage ended, he changed. He is bored with me. I see the way he looks at other women.
I am convinced that the people in my hometown are ignorant beyond repair. I am not sure what it is going to take to make them get with the program. They live in a fantasy world set in the 1980’s. It is a fact that grates on my nerves everytime I think about going home again.
i am not convinced that god or aliens exist. efforts to convince me are futile. but i know that before people try. so i suppose im unconvinceable. probaby not fair.
I’m convinced he doesn’t love her. He just wants her because for a moment he feels the power. He has her around her finger and all she ever wanted was to be loved. We watch from a distance, hoping we don’t judge too harshly, although we can’t see anything right with that relationship. I want to scream, “run!” or tell her not to let him control her like that, but girls are raised with the need to love and be loved, and she’ll do anything to hold onto that.
You’ve got my mind changed. I’m starting to beleive these things you say–
how I’m just myself.
How myself isn’t enough, anymore.
How maybe myself never was enough.
I’m sitting on the edge of the tallest building I know,
looking down and wondering how it would feel to hit the pavement below.
Y’know that feeling, right?
Yeah, you must have, because you convinced me it’s what wrong with me.
Just being this way.
“I am convinced,” said Cara, “that he has no interest in helping either you or me. It is all for the fulfillment of his own vanity that he has done even so much as he has.” She spoke sternly, but her lips were trembling and her hands, beneath the table, were clenched into tight little fists.
I’m convinced that i’m always going to fucking love you. and i’m convinced that you’re never going to feel the same way about me. i’m convinced that things will never go back to the way they were. i wish i could tell you all the things that i think about it. everywhere i go, i think of you. i’m convinced i’m a little chicken shit and you’ll never think of me.
she looked at him with her blue eyes. ”please can we go to the movies?” her smile convinced him. he wasn’t sure what he had seen in her the first time they talked, but as they stood on the cold street corner of new york, he was pleased to see how happy something as simple as the movies could make her.
i am convinced that the chocolate mousse cake that i just made is the best birthday cake that a girl could ask for, and yes, i really do think that. Yum!
I was convinced that we would last forever. Even though we were only 18, the way we cared about each other was so much more. My parents loved him. My sisters loved him. The same was true of his family with me. Everything was great. Until it wasn’t. Until the next summer, when the distance got to us and we couldn’t do anymore. Sometimes, no matter how convinced you are that something is meant to be, it simply isn’t.
I’m not convinced. This is always on my mind, as some people I just never believe. They lie far too much. I know better. I can’t believe they continue to lie. Lies, lies, lies. This word I;m writing about is “convinced,”, but wh
I’m convinved if I don’t keep writing I might fall into the white void laid out before me. The vastness of possibility is bathed in the glare of the screen. A multiplicity of voices clamours to be heard before ebbing away, my own voice drowns within them.
I’m not entirely convinced that Ethan is telling the truth. I mean, he’s been straight with me and my family for as long as I’ve known him, but I’ve never pried into his past. I haven’t really ever heard him speak of his childhood. Barely anything personal ever makes it past his ashen lips.
Someone has shaped my view of something. They have persuaded me I am not thinking for myself. I am convinced. Con as is in tricked into thinking something I don’ truly believe.
I was convinced he was the one, but, then again, I always was. It wasn’t like this was new, so what was different? Nothing, I suppose. The one mistake I always let myself make was falling stupidly, hopelessly, head over heels in love.
i am convinced that life is about choices. that i love writing. that i love logan. convincing can be hard to do. i am good at convincing people of things. that’s called persuasion. i hope i spelled that right. my parents have convinced me of things, but i don’t consider myself someone who is convinced of things easily. it takes time for me to be convinced. therefore i’m not gullible.
I was convinced he was wrong. He had to be. There was no way that the words coming out of his mouth had any weight behind them. Was there? And suddenly there was doubt. Doubt about him, about me, about her, and everything I knew. If he was telling the truth, everything would fall apart.
She paced about in front of the window, her hand held gently over the small mound just below her waistline. She felt sick to her stomach, like her whole world was coming to an abrupt, certain end. She stared out the rain-drenched windowpanes, over the field, past the rolling hillsides. Grey clouds rolled over the mountainside, floating loftily over the pasture. The whole world was moving around her, and she was convinced that her own world was almost entirely over.
I am convinced that there is nothing more that I want that you. When I wake up, I think of you. When I go to sleep, it’s still you that I think of. It will always be you. I am convinced that there’s no one out there more perfect for me than you. It will always be you and no one else. I am convinced.
She paced about in front of the window, her hand held gently over the small mound just below her waistline. She felt sick to her stomach, like her whole world was coming to an abrupt, certain end. She stared out the rain-drenched windowpanes, over the field, past the rolling hillsides. Grey clouds rolled over the mountainside, floating loftily over the pasture. The whole world was moving around her, and she was convinced that her own world was almost entirely over.
I am not convinced. I told you I was happy but you were not convinced. I didn’t convince myself either– I’m a good liar but not that good. It was easy to laugh and giggle and smile because I had so much energy but there’s a difference between that and feeling good. I’m convinced that you’re concerned. You’re convinced that I’m going to do something terrible.
I was convinced that the lion was going to beat up the bear, when actually, the bear kicked the lions ass. I guess I was wrong. Next time I will bet on the bear. He was
I am convinced that everyone my age knows exactly what theyre doing with my life. And i kind of do to. but im ashamed of it. Is that ok? That making money isnt the first thing i want to do. I want to save elephants in thailand. Is that weird? im convinced its not. Its a good thing. i want to save lives and be loved. I want to be happy.
As soon as i saw the puppy i was convinced that he had to be mine. There was just no other option. None. Those big round chocolate eyes. The fluffy beige hair. The seeming half way smile.
I was so convinced that the minute I stepped out of line I would be dead. My friend Elizabeth was almost at her maxium too. That is why I am so conviced.
I was convinced that life would get better, but it is just has been the same crap dished out in a different way.
Ha, oh well. I least I realize now that every day leads to another and I just got to wait.
Hrm… I am also convinced I will be single until I am.
Can’t wait to be alone.
Finally, I am convinced that I enjoy being alone sometimes. :]
i was convinced yesterday that i was the most powerful man in the world. i guess that was wrong. it took a lot of convincing, too. i started to wonder why they tried to trick me into that. i convinced myself that maybe i didn’t actually need convincing and secretly i knew myself that i thought i was the most powerful man in the world.
i am convinced
it needs to be about me
it is a floreshing filing, it makes you feel so free
it bounds you to the things you just dont need to be
I am convinced that one day in life that everything will change, every person on the Earth good or bad will experience a new, fresh start, and will want to change their life around. When they do so , they will be a happier new person.
I wasn’t very convinced that she was a size four. She was more like a size six, but I didn’t want to tell her for fear of insulting her. However, I was the saleslady, and she came to me for help. I told her she was a size six. She said, “Oh! I never knew!”. I replied “There’s nothing wrong with being a size six, in fact I’m a size six too.” She grinned appreciatively and picked up the pants I held out for her.
I’m convinced that the united states will fall into an absolutely terrible depression, I’m wondering how that was the first thing I decided to type considering I was told not to think but just to type. I’m very convinced that this is a ploy to get us to spill the beans. You guys are rather brilliant in this ploy, you could find serial killers and such. I think I’m out of time.
How can I convince her to join the G.S.A with me ((by the way, I like how I can keep a diary n here ad no one cares)). It’d be difficult to convince her it was a good idea- a good girl like her wouldn’t think of that you see. Anyway. The hard part will come later: convincing my mum to let me go on the trips… xP
she doesn’t think they ever really believed
that they were in love. and she thinks that
that was what hurled them towards the
fallout.
stronger than his lies or her shutdowns
was the ever-present breath of shaky doubt;
a love built on a crumbling foundation.
shady architecture makes for dysfunctional relationships.
and he mumbled names of other girls from
long ago and far away, lost ghosts touching
and touching and touching him, grazing his
lips against theirs. and she hugged her own knees
and stared through him and past him and saw
herself among those phantoms, and also
nothing.
and they crashed down with the ghosts’ breath and
they knew.
The look of desperation in his eyes convinced me he was not lying. He looked like a drowned man. His face and lips pale and grey. His eyes wide open as if enduring some ineffable pain. If anything, he believed what he was saying. My own eyes were glued to his, and I felt myself crumbling. The ground shook, my feet collapsed. Was this what they meant when they said…
I am convinced that something is going to happen with my friendships. I honestly dont know what to think anymore. I barely see them, i seem to miss out on things… a lot, and now they are all overreacting so much becasuse my mom invited someone who we arent the closest with to vomce to the mall with us. they wanted me to uninvted her and thats just kinda wrong. maybe i am not as good as a judge of character as i thought.
Convinced that the next breath would never find its way, out or possibly in. What was it that he had done to me, taken my breath, my thought my soul? How could it be done so fast with so little thought? I was convinced that nothing could or would ever be this way again. Yet on i look for it to happen over and over like a junkie.
I wish i could convince you
to follow me
to a place neither of us have ever been.
convince you to fall in love
convince you to love as if you have never
been hurt.
But that would be infinitely difficult,
my dear.
I am convinced that my husband is cheating on me.
He has been distant. Unattentive. He never listens to me anymore. He never shows affection or uses terms of endearment anymore. When our honeymoon stage ended, he changed. He is bored with me. I see the way he looks at other women.
I am convincd that i dont know what i am doing in life i am convinced that i do not fit in and i never will i want to convince myself i like him
lets see you convince me
lets see us do it
believe we cant
believe i will
i am the invisible man
we have been convinced
I am convinced that the people in my hometown are ignorant beyond repair. I am not sure what it is going to take to make them get with the program. They live in a fantasy world set in the 1980’s. It is a fact that grates on my nerves everytime I think about going home again.
i am not convinced that god or aliens exist. efforts to convince me are futile. but i know that before people try. so i suppose im unconvinceable. probaby not fair.
I’m convinced he doesn’t love her. He just wants her because for a moment he feels the power. He has her around her finger and all she ever wanted was to be loved. We watch from a distance, hoping we don’t judge too harshly, although we can’t see anything right with that relationship. I want to scream, “run!” or tell her not to let him control her like that, but girls are raised with the need to love and be loved, and she’ll do anything to hold onto that.
You’ve got my mind changed. I’m starting to beleive these things you say–
how I’m just myself.
How myself isn’t enough, anymore.
How maybe myself never was enough.
I’m sitting on the edge of the tallest building I know,
looking down and wondering how it would feel to hit the pavement below.
Y’know that feeling, right?
Yeah, you must have, because you convinced me it’s what wrong with me.
Just being this way.
“I am convinced,” said Cara, “that he has no interest in helping either you or me. It is all for the fulfillment of his own vanity that he has done even so much as he has.” She spoke sternly, but her lips were trembling and her hands, beneath the table, were clenched into tight little fists.
I’m convinced that i’m always going to fucking love you. and i’m convinced that you’re never going to feel the same way about me. i’m convinced that things will never go back to the way they were. i wish i could tell you all the things that i think about it. everywhere i go, i think of you. i’m convinced i’m a little chicken shit and you’ll never think of me.
she looked at him with her blue eyes. ”please can we go to the movies?” her smile convinced him. he wasn’t sure what he had seen in her the first time they talked, but as they stood on the cold street corner of new york, he was pleased to see how happy something as simple as the movies could make her.
i am convinced that the chocolate mousse cake that i just made is the best birthday cake that a girl could ask for, and yes, i really do think that. Yum!
I was convinced that we would last forever. Even though we were only 18, the way we cared about each other was so much more. My parents loved him. My sisters loved him. The same was true of his family with me. Everything was great. Until it wasn’t. Until the next summer, when the distance got to us and we couldn’t do anymore. Sometimes, no matter how convinced you are that something is meant to be, it simply isn’t.
I feel like the world want’s us to be convinced about how normal everything is. Nothing is normal.