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She doubted that the sky would be blue everyday. How could something be so consistent. The wind changes patterns, flowers grow on different days every year so how could the sky be blue every moring. Yes, the clouds are gray but why couldnt she have the same consistency of her never ending doubt.
By AshleyKay URL on 10.05.2014
Sometimes i lay in bed all day and wonder what it would be like to die. Sometimes i stay out all night and wonder why i’d want anything else but to live. Sometimes i doubt your motives, but more often than not i doubt mine.
By Hayden URL on 10.05.2014
a gnawing at the corner where the chambers of your heart meet. feel it like a loss, the dissolving of the stone you thought you carved together.
By sunnysuraj URL on 10.05.2014
She turned around to face Salty. He could see the doubt in her eyes and, still, she wouldn’t give up. She never did.
“We’re going down.” she said.
By lari on 10.05.2014
There was no doubt in my heart that as soon as I stepped out onto that stage, my entire life would change, and God only knew whether it would be for better or worse. Humiliation, and my life would end. The whole crowd ignoring my courage, and my life would end. Applause, and my life would be begin. The crowd appreciating my voice, and my life would begin.
I took one breath.
I took one last prayer.
I took one step, onto that brave, enigmatic stage.
By Kumquat URL on 10.05.2014
I don’t know if I can do this. Im so unsure, unsure of everything. They all depend on me. I feel like the world is on my shoulders. That;s such a cliche saying, but it’s how I feel. I don’t know if I can make it, if I can overcome this. Its the hardest thing Ive ever had to do. Im ready to throw in the towel, but I know I can not. There are too many people counting on me to come through. Heavy burdens.
By Mom on 10.05.2014
There’s never a hair or the smell of perfume – never anything as obvious as that. It’s just a firmness in the line of his shoulders that Thomas can’t trust; there’s a practiced sound to every story about his day as though it’s been repeated several times on the car ride home, just in case. Thomas loves his boyfriend; don’t get him wrong about that. Everything after the first ten minutes when he gets home is fine. He just feels smothered by those few moments of doubt.
By Samuel URL on 10.05.2014
I don’t doubt you’ve found another girl by now, Thor. Maybe even one of the ones that took my place. Sometimes I regret how our story ended, as I roast in this oven of climate change. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll see you on TV and wish I’d tried harder, or if we may even cross paths again.
By Ella Emma Em on 10.05.2014
I don’t have a thing to worry about. Doubt is taking its toll, but in a world where we are lost in our dramas and the stories of ME, it might not be such a bad thing to doubt a little bit. Doubt if all the crap we talk about every day has any real value or meaning. Good to have a little doubt.
By Amy Maguire on 10.05.2014
it’s a bit much to assume that you are happening
i think there should be a bit of doubt
in that you may be floating on a cloud of mustard
or drifting like a dandelion seed through each cranium.
perhaps you took hold of me
or i took hold of you
By Kairn URL on 10.05.2014
What kind of doubt? Self doubt? I have that covered. Ever need someone who doesn’t know whether or not they should or shouldn’t do something? ME! Ever need someone who reflects on the things she’s done and just doesn’t have a clue if it was a good thing or a bad thing? ME! Again.
By Reegan URL on 10.05.2014
I doubt it.
She stared at me. “What did you say?”
“I said I doubt it. All of this stuff that happened, all the things we did together. I doubt you would make it three days without me.”
By Henry URL on 10.05.2014
i dont know what to do with my life sometimes i get really sad and i miss you but i also hate you idk what to do i just want to be happy. its hard to understand my own feelings sometimes i feel like im living my life in constant chaos and im destroying myself all at the same time
By kim b on 10.05.2014
He was going to die – of that there was no doubt. The better question was how long he could postpone the inevitable. The first thing he did was leave the knife embedded in his hip. Taking it out would only turn the stream of blood pouring from his side into a menacing river. The second thing he did was crawl, slowly, toward the closest location that glowed with light. There could be shelter, or food, or people, or safety.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 10.05.2014
Doubt is the ever filling presence in the life of someone who trusts a cannibal. It is the singular notion that proves him guilty and that this was all indeed, his design. Nothing can be done about it tho. It is what it is, now that we are our own damn coffins.
By lalamercy on 10.05.2014
Ted put two pints of beer down on the table, and sat opposite him. “My wife took our girls three years ago. It’s all I can think about now. You’ll probably be the same. You will go through periods of doubt, despair, anger and even confidence, but you will never get over it. Even if you get them back, it will always haunt you, the fear that you could lose them again at any time.
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 10.05.2014
They sat that to doubt is the biggest killer in a relationship or to your dreams. But to doubt can also be a life saver, it all depends on how you look at it.
By marylou wynegar URL on 10.05.2014
The nagging worry in the back of your head, telling you, ‘Stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.’
The cause of the problems, the reason of your hesitation.
The thought that makes you think, ‘What makes me special? What lets me make choices?’
By Emily on 10.05.2014
There was no doubt that I was about to die. I was going to die at the hands of my best friend, my soul mate. How ironic was that? The one who was supposed to love me forever was the one who had to murder me. There was no doubt in his eyes as he advanced, wielding his sword like it was the Bible.
By ShadowPrayers on 10.05.2014
“I know how you feel,”
She scoffed. “I SINCERELY doubt that,”
“Doubt all you want; I’m used to it. Being doubted. Ignored,” she shook her head, “You think it was hard being their eldest? Well, at least you were IMPORTANT, Rayna; even if it WAS for the wrong reasons, at least they CARED about you! I was their second daughter, their SPARE…when father and mother LOOKED at me I was GRATEFUL because it meant that, for even a moment, I was important too,”
By S.C. Lovelace URL on 10.05.2014
when it comes to loving you forever, it’s more fear than doubt.
By tired and probably hungry on 10.05.2014
Mind’s a blank
full of uncertainty
self recrimination holds sway
lost in a darkness
a place of my creation
wandering through the vagaries
of lost confidence and density
By Protean URL on 10.05.2014
He glanced up and felt doubt shroud his heart. Impossible. Yet still he went.
By Emma Kiel URL on 10.05.2014
Has been the biggest enemy for me making me lose so many close people in life! I seriously need to trust people more.
By Sharath on 10.05.2014
Who is that girl with the bright face and the confident smile looking at me from the mirror?
She’s powerful; her strength set firmly in her delicate jawline. She’s fun; her energy curved on her lips and filling the dimples around her mouth. She’s clever; all her knowledge stitched into the faint lines on her forehead. She’s beautiful.
That cannot be me. That confident, powerful, clever, fun and beautiful girl?
I stare at her and doubt fills her eyes, spilling down her cheeks, washing away her self-assurance.
By Arnia URL on 10.05.2014
“I doubt you can really make this happen before the deadline is up,” I think to myself. I’m probably right. I’m not very good at doing things in a prompt manner. I put my head in my hands and sigh loudly. Writing is hard. Everything is hard.
I can’t think. The room is too hot. The music I’m playing distracts me, but without it, it’s too quiet and I still can’t focus. I have a million other things I want to be doing and could be doing. There’s too much pressure. I can’t do it. I want to give up.
By kyra URL on 10.05.2014
Little worms, they start as small, insignificant. But then they begin to feed, as as they feed they grow, and swell, until they consume you whole and the brain is nothing more than a twisted, writhing mess of all-consuming, self-perpetuating doubt.
By Paprika URL on 10.05.2014
The doubt in her mind crippled her actions, strangling her attention and keeping her feet locked in place. What was she to do? Her thought processes compressed, slowed down, folding in on themselves like the remnants of a star compressing into a black hole.
The doubt paralyzed her, and she did nothing.
By Nick on 10.05.2014
Should I do it? Am I gonna do it? Yeah, why not? I mean, the colour looks close enough. It’s more gray than blue, and gray is closer to black isn’t it? Goddamn it. This is so stressful. Why can’t my fricken printer just print in black like a normal person?
By Bri URL on 10.05.2014
I doubt that anyone will feel the same way I feel about you. Doubt is a horrendous thing, along with hope, that seem to go hand and hand sometimes. Hope brings doubt.
By Lily on 10.05.2014
This is what I feel most of the time. I am very skeptical about many things, given that my information pool is so limited. Like Socrates said, the only thing that I know is that I know nothing.
By Dan on 10.05.2014
Doubt is everyone’s greatest enemy.
Doubt destroys love. Doubt destorys dreams. Doubt destroys friends. Doubt destorys family. Doubt destroys hope. Doubt destroys life.
Don’t let doubt into your life.
By Iceman on 10.05.2014
This was the way, she was sure, but ten feet down the pipes she wasn’t so sure anymore. Had there been an intersection there before? And that green smear on the wall looked unfamiliar. One would think having spent so many years traversing the pipes Kiyanne would’ve known them by now, but they had an uncanny way of changing, leading you to horrid places right when you thought you understood them the most. That was the main reason she paused, doubted, and ultimately survived the torrent of gushing water that flew past her nose.
By joycronje URL on 10.06.2014
She really did wanted to trust him, really badly. Since they were a long ways from any road and there was way too many trees to navigate around and dangerous beasts lurking about. But what seemed more alarming was the boy in front of her,because of his strange clothes, manner and eyes… They were so bright almost glowing in the darkness that surrounded them. He smiled at her and she followed him anyways, pushing the feeling of doubt down.
By Akeyx URL on 10.06.2014
i watch you watch me
trembling hands and a unsteady words
you are everywhere and i am nowhere
you scare me, undoubtedly
but you keep me alive
why i allow you to remain?
i’ll know when i survive
By Lily URL on 10.06.2014
Хто я? Це найперший сумнів, який постійно, наче свято, лежить у кейсі над верхньою сорочокою на зміну. Прокидаючись у новому місці, часом я вбираюся, сплутавши, у цей сумнів, і ще якийсь час все навколо здається марою.
By mykolan URL on 10.06.2014
I am constantly doubting whether my blog will be good enough or if I have anything meaningful to say. This has been stopping me from diving in and getting started. I need to realize that none of that matters, as long as I write what I want and how I feel. My truths are valid. The seed of doubt can be fatal. Bring on the challenge.
By Donnaly URL on 10.06.2014
I doubted any of this was real. I doubted the feeling of the floor beneath my feet, the structure of my body – four limbs? In that configuration? Really? I doubted my name (it sounded contrived) and I doubted the brightly-coloured plants I could see through the window right now. Plants shouldn’t be green, I thought. How could they be real? I doubted my memories, because if I were really as used to this place as I ought to be, I would not be doubting it at all. I blinked, trying to wake up.
I felt lightheaded and numb, and the world was fading around me, like an image projected onto the mist, even as it remained bright and three-dimensional and solid. I was dying, I thought, or this was all a dream, and I was going to wake up and never see my family or my friends or my dog again, because none of them were /real/ –
The one thing I didn’t doubt was my own fear, and the pounding of my heart in my chest.
By a terrible poet URL on 10.06.2014
Well if that is not an old friend… The ancient plague of my every walking day; put to sleep only by the restlessness of my dreams.
By Guillaume URL on 10.06.2014
when a shadow comes to play
in the bright light
By Belle Soleil on 10.06.2014
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