I feel like life these days is hindered by a sense that something is always looming that must be taken care of. There is no time to relax. No time to enjoy. No time.
I was more than happy to be preoccupied by him each and every day. He literally was the reason I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and woke up with a smile on my face. I wanted to be with him every second of every hour; he seemed to be my everythig anymore, and as much as that scared me I absolutely loved it. We were surrendering ourselves to each other. There was no going back for I had already fallin deeply in love with him….irrevocably in love with who he made me and who he was. <3
i try to do my ap work but i’m constantly preccupied with the thoughts of you. my mind wanders to what you think and do and the times you are near me. i dont know what to do when you’re around. i cant talk to you like i tink. my head hurts. at practice i run but my preoccupation keeps me struggling to keep going.
I am so preoccupied with everything right now and I don’t know what to do with myself. I just need to relax sometimes.I need to do chores around the house and be a little more proactive. I have been doing great though with the new move and have been having fun.
I get preoccupied soetimes because people are stupid.. people are very stupid.they distract me and dont know what they are doing with themselves. as you cans ee i am getting preoccupied talking about people preoccupyinh me…oh shit…wow. now im getting preoccupied talking about people preoccupyinh me..
I’m preoccupied because my brother is talking to me about foot fetishes. I should be focused on more important things, like Patrick Stump and how skinny he now is, but instead I’m here. Thinking about feet, my brother, this word, and Patrick Stump. I’m so preoccupied.
I can try to think enough to write, but I’m preoccupied. I want to learn to knit and sew and be creative, but I’m preoccupied. I want to become a spontaneous person, to be a free and creative spirit, but I’m preoccupied. Hours of marching band practice. Hours of school. Hours of not-so-fun life otherwise. I want to live more, but I’m preoccupied.
they were preoccupied with something at the moment; that’s what they all said, the fancy men in their fancy business suits, the angry and angsty teenagers filled with despair at the horribly mundane lives, the tired and sad old men going through their mid-life crisis. they didn’t stop to take a break; to listen to jazz for an afternoon, the melody of the saxophone shooting straight to their heart; to watch the kids at the park play, the bright light of their smiles sending sparks to their love; to smell the freshly baked cookies of the little store on the corner that had the best fudge brownies in the world. they were preoccupied, they said, with life.
I always get preoccupied when I am supposed to be getting things done, such as homework and assignments and even work in class. Friends preoccupy me, my boyfriend preoccupies me, and the bloody internet preoccupies me. Oh and I can’t forget the television… My mum gets very angry at how preoccupied I get… It isn’t very good.
i was too preoccupied to notice that one of my fingers was gone. what was i preoccupied with? oddly enough, i was reading a book on distractions and their effects on the psyches of humans as well as small echidnas. when i was four, i had a pet echidna that i appropriately named mr. stepson.
i am too preoccupied to listen to your mess hopkins either make your talk interesting to me of i will leave you in the dust my friend. surely you can come up with some thing better than this! you are boring me and i have not time to be bored. the things i need to do are bearing down on me and you , to be frank, are wasting my time.
I’m preoccupied in various things but thinking of them now they see so insignificant. I wonder if I’ll ever think about this things in the future. I think we should live our lifes without worries because somehow it’s not worth it…
I sat next to her in the coffee shop. I tried to make eye contact but she was too preoccupied with her non-fat mocha latte and a plate full of biscotti. I leaned in close. Almost touching her table. Ahem. “Yes?” she asked. “Do you have any sugar?” “We’re in a coffee shop.” “Right.”
I was distracted by the water droplets racing down the window panes. The sunlight had been gone for a while, but these drops seemed content with the notion of another day of grey. Who needs sunlight to be happy anyway? They connected, carrying themselves farther down the glass, gravity taking its course as my gaze was weighted with it.
preoccupied. well right now im preoccupied because something in my body hurrrrrts so bad and i have no idea what it is. preoccupied with school and its drawing me away from spending enough time with God and im not fast enough to type.
I’m so preoccupied with thoughts of you.
With thoughts of me.
With thoughts of you.
Please get out.
Get out.
GET OUT.
Of my life. Of my mind. Of my heart.
Please don’t leave.
DON’T LEAVE.
My life. My mind. My heart.
I will always love you.
Joey is far too preoccupied with the TV and his stupid fish right now. I’m honestly getting so bored and all I want to do is get hammered playing Ring of Fire and drinking my watermelon four loko. I wish he’d come cuddle with me because this dorm is freezing!
I’m giving myself excuses for not writing. As if I’m actually doing something that’s keeping me from it. It’s annoying that I just find myself doing nothing instead of doing what I love.
She twirled a tendril of hair around her index finger, her brows furrowed as she thought about the test questions before her. Her mind preoccupied, she didn’t notice her classmate peaking at her paper to steal some answers.
I am forever preoccupied with things that I need to get done, and when I am doing things, I wonder what else there is that I need to work on next. It’s a very stressful existence and a form of living and I don’t think I will ever be able to escape. Is so and so okay, am I doing this right, what if this happened instead…all are questions I ask myself constantly, and I never take time for myself.
Preoccupied is when people are busy, when people have too much to do, when people have too much on their plate, when people have things that are too important to do rather than deal with you and your problems, when people are distracted by something, .
doing something else when you should be doing another thing. you always have to many things to do and don’t have enough time for some. need to get organized and not have so many things on your plate at once
I am always preoccupied with something else. Too busy to sleep. Too busy to think about what my heart is trying to tell me. Healthy? Definitely not. What shall I do to fix this problem? I think I will stargaze now.
I often feel preoccupied when I really have nothing to do at all. Sometimes I tell people I’m busy but really I just want to be alone. I think that I need someone to make me feel loved, but the truth is that I really love to be sad. On some level, I know that must be true. I wish I were different. I really do. But I’m not.
I am preoccupied by thinking about the next chance I will have to remove my skin. I am thinking about cutting. I am thinking about therapy again. I am thinking about River wood mental hospital. Thus, I am very preoccupied… Help me?
my brain is too preoccupied. i cant think of anything but you. and my school is what is important, not you. my future is important, and you are not longer my future. though if you wanted to be, i would let you. stop infesting my brain, please.
sometimes i find myself thinking too much about myself. in fact, sometimes, that’s the only subject i end up thinking about at all. in spanish, preocupado means worried. that’s exactly what i am. worried about my life. worried about my relationships. worried.
I feel like i’m preoccupied with the wrong things. Distracted by insignificant matters instead of being on the right track. I’m not seeing what I should be seeing. Doing what I should be doing. I’m not where I need to be.
He was preoccupied by the sight of her. Just gazing at her set all previous thoughts aside. It wasn’t like him. Yet somehow her large brown eyes just captivated and demanded all of his attention. And that smile. It made him want to give the world to her.
He was too preoccupied with his video game to pay any attention to me. Why was this? How could a mere video game take away his time from me, his partner? A $30 game, compared to me, who’s priceless? He’d rather spend his money on games rather than gifts for me that I would take as precious. How selfish.
i was preoccupied with the amazing man sitting in my living room. he was such a wonderful guy that i thought i would marry him. so i did and we lived happily ever after.
My mind was fixed on the knife that lay steadily in my hand. My mind was blank and I could feel wet blood rolling around on the ground which preoccupied me for some time. After a while I left my sister there to die. I went up to my desolate room and dreamt of how this all started
yesterday, i was supposed to something but i was preoocupied and i ended up procrastinating and forgot to do what i was supposed and still haven’t done it.
I often find myself to be so damn preocupied. I don’t even have to think about it, I just am…. I wish I had time to do the things I want; what do I want? Im not really sure… want to do many things.
Her mind was too preoccupied to pay attention to her math teacher droning on and on with his lesson. She was thinking about the boy with his sandy blond hair and green eyes, the way he smiled with that crooked smirk of his, the way his bangs gently brushed against his forehead ever so gracefully. Math was the last thing on her mind today, all she could think about was him.
I feel like life these days is hindered by a sense that something is always looming that must be taken care of. There is no time to relax. No time to enjoy. No time.
I was more than happy to be preoccupied by him each and every day. He literally was the reason I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and woke up with a smile on my face. I wanted to be with him every second of every hour; he seemed to be my everythig anymore, and as much as that scared me I absolutely loved it. We were surrendering ourselves to each other. There was no going back for I had already fallin deeply in love with him….irrevocably in love with who he made me and who he was. <3
i try to do my ap work but i’m constantly preccupied with the thoughts of you. my mind wanders to what you think and do and the times you are near me. i dont know what to do when you’re around. i cant talk to you like i tink. my head hurts. at practice i run but my preoccupation keeps me struggling to keep going.
I am so preoccupied with everything right now and I don’t know what to do with myself. I just need to relax sometimes.I need to do chores around the house and be a little more proactive. I have been doing great though with the new move and have been having fun.
I get preoccupied soetimes because people are stupid.. people are very stupid.they distract me and dont know what they are doing with themselves. as you cans ee i am getting preoccupied talking about people preoccupyinh me…oh shit…wow. now im getting preoccupied talking about people preoccupyinh me..
I’m preoccupied because my brother is talking to me about foot fetishes. I should be focused on more important things, like Patrick Stump and how skinny he now is, but instead I’m here. Thinking about feet, my brother, this word, and Patrick Stump. I’m so preoccupied.
I can try to think enough to write, but I’m preoccupied. I want to learn to knit and sew and be creative, but I’m preoccupied. I want to become a spontaneous person, to be a free and creative spirit, but I’m preoccupied. Hours of marching band practice. Hours of school. Hours of not-so-fun life otherwise. I want to live more, but I’m preoccupied.
they were preoccupied with something at the moment; that’s what they all said, the fancy men in their fancy business suits, the angry and angsty teenagers filled with despair at the horribly mundane lives, the tired and sad old men going through their mid-life crisis. they didn’t stop to take a break; to listen to jazz for an afternoon, the melody of the saxophone shooting straight to their heart; to watch the kids at the park play, the bright light of their smiles sending sparks to their love; to smell the freshly baked cookies of the little store on the corner that had the best fudge brownies in the world. they were preoccupied, they said, with life.
I always get preoccupied when I am supposed to be getting things done, such as homework and assignments and even work in class. Friends preoccupy me, my boyfriend preoccupies me, and the bloody internet preoccupies me. Oh and I can’t forget the television… My mum gets very angry at how preoccupied I get… It isn’t very good.
i was too preoccupied to notice that one of my fingers was gone. what was i preoccupied with? oddly enough, i was reading a book on distractions and their effects on the psyches of humans as well as small echidnas. when i was four, i had a pet echidna that i appropriately named mr. stepson.
i am too preoccupied to listen to your mess hopkins either make your talk interesting to me of i will leave you in the dust my friend. surely you can come up with some thing better than this! you are boring me and i have not time to be bored. the things i need to do are bearing down on me and you , to be frank, are wasting my time.
I’m preoccupied in various things but thinking of them now they see so insignificant. I wonder if I’ll ever think about this things in the future. I think we should live our lifes without worries because somehow it’s not worth it…
I sat next to her in the coffee shop. I tried to make eye contact but she was too preoccupied with her non-fat mocha latte and a plate full of biscotti. I leaned in close. Almost touching her table. Ahem. “Yes?” she asked. “Do you have any sugar?” “We’re in a coffee shop.” “Right.”
I missed a thousand times on the porch with my grandparents, whom I only have once.
I was distracted by the water droplets racing down the window panes. The sunlight had been gone for a while, but these drops seemed content with the notion of another day of grey. Who needs sunlight to be happy anyway? They connected, carrying themselves farther down the glass, gravity taking its course as my gaze was weighted with it.
Raindrops slide drearily from the awnings
of the shops out there
businesses and bakeries
side by side
Leaning a head on the cold
hard glass
I remember
the first time I heard
your laugh.
always. Im always preoccupied. where’s my time? Where did it go. Theres never enough time. always preoccupied. always.
preoccupied. well right now im preoccupied because something in my body hurrrrrts so bad and i have no idea what it is. preoccupied with school and its drawing me away from spending enough time with God and im not fast enough to type.
I’m so preoccupied with thoughts of you.
With thoughts of me.
With thoughts of you.
Please get out.
Get out.
GET OUT.
Of my life. Of my mind. Of my heart.
Please don’t leave.
DON’T LEAVE.
My life. My mind. My heart.
I will always love you.
Writing . I haven;t written in along time. I think the last time I actually sat down with the intention to write something with
Joey is far too preoccupied with the TV and his stupid fish right now. I’m honestly getting so bored and all I want to do is get hammered playing Ring of Fire and drinking my watermelon four loko. I wish he’d come cuddle with me because this dorm is freezing!
I’m giving myself excuses for not writing. As if I’m actually doing something that’s keeping me from it. It’s annoying that I just find myself doing nothing instead of doing what I love.
She twirled a tendril of hair around her index finger, her brows furrowed as she thought about the test questions before her. Her mind preoccupied, she didn’t notice her classmate peaking at her paper to steal some answers.
I am forever preoccupied with things that I need to get done, and when I am doing things, I wonder what else there is that I need to work on next. It’s a very stressful existence and a form of living and I don’t think I will ever be able to escape. Is so and so okay, am I doing this right, what if this happened instead…all are questions I ask myself constantly, and I never take time for myself.
Preoccupied is when people are busy, when people have too much to do, when people have too much on their plate, when people have things that are too important to do rather than deal with you and your problems, when people are distracted by something, .
doing something else when you should be doing another thing. you always have to many things to do and don’t have enough time for some. need to get organized and not have so many things on your plate at once
I am always preoccupied with something else. Too busy to sleep. Too busy to think about what my heart is trying to tell me. Healthy? Definitely not. What shall I do to fix this problem? I think I will stargaze now.
I’ ve been living preoccupied of what should I been worried about my entire life.
I often feel preoccupied when I really have nothing to do at all. Sometimes I tell people I’m busy but really I just want to be alone. I think that I need someone to make me feel loved, but the truth is that I really love to be sad. On some level, I know that must be true. I wish I were different. I really do. But I’m not.
I am preoccupied by thinking about the next chance I will have to remove my skin. I am thinking about cutting. I am thinking about therapy again. I am thinking about River wood mental hospital. Thus, I am very preoccupied… Help me?
my brain is too preoccupied. i cant think of anything but you. and my school is what is important, not you. my future is important, and you are not longer my future. though if you wanted to be, i would let you. stop infesting my brain, please.
sometimes i find myself thinking too much about myself. in fact, sometimes, that’s the only subject i end up thinking about at all. in spanish, preocupado means worried. that’s exactly what i am. worried about my life. worried about my relationships. worried.
I feel like i’m preoccupied with the wrong things. Distracted by insignificant matters instead of being on the right track. I’m not seeing what I should be seeing. Doing what I should be doing. I’m not where I need to be.
He was preoccupied by the sight of her. Just gazing at her set all previous thoughts aside. It wasn’t like him. Yet somehow her large brown eyes just captivated and demanded all of his attention. And that smile. It made him want to give the world to her.
He was too preoccupied with his video game to pay any attention to me. Why was this? How could a mere video game take away his time from me, his partner? A $30 game, compared to me, who’s priceless? He’d rather spend his money on games rather than gifts for me that I would take as precious. How selfish.
i was preoccupied with the amazing man sitting in my living room. he was such a wonderful guy that i thought i would marry him. so i did and we lived happily ever after.
My mind was fixed on the knife that lay steadily in my hand. My mind was blank and I could feel wet blood rolling around on the ground which preoccupied me for some time. After a while I left my sister there to die. I went up to my desolate room and dreamt of how this all started
yesterday, i was supposed to something but i was preoocupied and i ended up procrastinating and forgot to do what i was supposed and still haven’t done it.
I often find myself to be so damn preocupied. I don’t even have to think about it, I just am…. I wish I had time to do the things I want; what do I want? Im not really sure… want to do many things.
Her mind was too preoccupied to pay attention to her math teacher droning on and on with his lesson. She was thinking about the boy with his sandy blond hair and green eyes, the way he smiled with that crooked smirk of his, the way his bangs gently brushed against his forehead ever so gracefully. Math was the last thing on her mind today, all she could think about was him.