admitting weakness is the mistake i have made so many times.
when i cry; i see how you analyze the hole in my armour.
I wait for you to thrust a spear of words into it, and it comes with time.
no one wants to admit they use my fears against me,
but it’s only human to destroy the beauty that someone else has.
“Admit it,” he said, clutching his arm around my waist.
“There’s nothing to admit.”
“Ah, really?” his emerald eyes shot into mine.
God… those eyes… NO!
“Nothing,” I repeated.
“Well…” he stated, a mischievous grin on his face, “I’ll have to change that.”
Before i could do anything, i was pulled into a kiss that i had been waiting for, for so long. and in that moment of weakness, i didn’t want to pull away.
I’ll admit that my life is really fucky. I don’t know what to do about it, but it is. Actually, I’m more lazy than anything. And greedy. I have no clue what I’m going to do about myself. It’s baffling, really.
admitting is the hardest thing to do in my opinion. after all, if you use the word admit, then there’s obviously something that you don’t like being known unless something has gone horribly wrong, maybe.
She’d never admit her true feelings for him. She’d rather die than do that. So she was perfectly content with simply admiring him from afar, dreaming about him and smiling his way. She knew though that he didn’t even know she existed and that was fine with her.
admit what you want. to yourself. write it down so you won’t forget what you’ve said. tell yourself you know what you really want. no more hiding. or pretending to hide it.
I admit that I love you, I know that’s weird, I know that you probably think I’m too young or loud or I have too much of a temper, however you’ve been surprised by me before. Have you not? Okay..so I just wanted to say I’m just a little bit crazy about you. Sorry.
It’s hard to admit when you’re wrong. Or when you’ve failed. It’s hard to admit that you’re alone and must rely on yourself. But when you admit to your flaws its purifying and cleansing
i don’t want to admit that i miss you, probably more than you miss me. i admit that i just want you to apologize and give me some form of closure. you said it seemed as if i didn’t like you as much as you liked me, but now it seems as if i’m the only one hurting. oh well.
i admit, the first time i saw you i did think about how you were smoking hot and i just wanted to rip the clothes off your body. but that drink i bought you was not just ou of lust it was also out of intrist. thank god i did that. if i hadent i would not be lying next to you, in pure love, right now
saying something out loud that you were not planning to tell this person.
accept something that scares you.
saying i love you.
accept that it was your fault and saying im sorry.
that it will never be enough, that things will always stay the same. I never stopped loving you, I never will. You’re always the one I think about, even when you’re right next to me, ignoring my exsistence. I can’t seem to understand why you act as though I’m the enemy. I admit to nothing, for I have done nothing. Admitting I am only my own thought.
I admit, it was hard to talk about. I didn’t know how the conversation would go, or if I should have it in the first place. But, as it turned out, even though I thought I was opening up by sharing these details, it was I who learned something.
I admit to nothing. I keep my mouth zipped like his red jacket and engrave my stare into his skull. He doesn’t deserve knowledge of what happened three nights before. “Molly, this is my last time asking you this,” I continue my stare, nothing he can say will make my lips move, “why isn’t Professor Johnson alive?” Nothing.
i don’t admit to a lot, well maybe i do. strange, i admit my flaws more then the positive aspects of myself. i try not to talk about myself because i don’t like the attention. but i do love the attention when it is positive. excep[t i never get positive feedback much.. i am not very confident in myself.. i will admit.
I admit to you that I was wrong. Still, it’s a funny thing, admitting. Some times we do it just for the sake of ending an argument. I admit to you, however, that this is not the case. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to admit this to you. Would you admit your secrets to me?
admiting the truth can be a hard thing to do. it takes a brave and strong person to admit something that they don’t want to admit. admitting to something can make you a better person sometimes and sometimes it’s a relief. other times, admitting something to someone can actually hurt them and yourself. it’s hard to admit things sometimes..
I’LL HAVE TO ADMIT THAT FOR the past few days, i had a lot to do. i was trying to take care of everything, and sometimes I fail, sometimes I succeed. I try making a priority list, and sometimes I stick to it. But i have to admit that stumble upon made me find this, and I will like it. and sometimes i should other things too.
I admit everything. My grandmother used to tell me that I “tell too much” on myself. I guess you could say I’m honest to a fault. But to me that’s far more acceptable than being dishonest or a liar.
When one is wrong or has made a mistake, one must admit their error. By one having to admit their mistake, one has taken the initiative to improve in every aspect of the initial problem.
I admit, life can be hard. but the most important thing to remember is that life always goes on. What is important today probably won’t even matter in the next few years. And yet, during the time that an issue matters, you often feel as though the issue will always have merit. Still, if you truly care about whatever you’re worried about, you will always hold on.
i admit that i never know what’s best for me. i admit that i actually did like you a lot, i just don’t know how to handle it. i admit that i tend to think things are good for me when in reality, they’re not. i admit that i settle for less than i deserve. i admit that i really don’t deserve much. i admit that i wish you would say sorry. i just want some closure. i just don’t want this to end badly.
Do I have to admit to the truth. I like to keep some things a secret. I have learned that I do not need to admit to everything that is in my head. Sometimes it is better not to be an open book and admit to all your thoughts.
I don’t think I’d like to admit anything to you anymore. I can’t admit the possibilities that things are going to fall out, eventually. That maybe I’ll wake up and open the door, and you’ll be standing there, but I’ll look beyond you and Luke might be there, smiling the way he does. He still says things to me, y’know, like the fact that we belong together, but he also says he loves me, and I’ll admit… It’s been too long since I last heard that from you. Don’t you think it’s time to move on? Can you admit that we were wrong?
I admit that things aren’t the way they should have been, that maybe I’m falling apart inside, and maybe I wanted to have things happen that just didn’t. That maybe I’m going to walk back inside one day and look at you and realize that things aren’t the way I wanted them to be. But you have to admit that even though you think you’ve changed, maybe you haven’t as much as you think. And maybe I have to admit that I have. And maybe admitting things is the first step to recovery. I don’t want to be recovered, though. I like being an addict. Heroin, love, you’re heroin.
admitting is something people are scared of doing. we need to let it all out. yeah, don’t be scared of hurting other’s feelings, admit it; you don’t care. We’re selfish beasts; don’t deny and stop lying.
I must admit that I like a few people. I like this kid named Kyle who once called me on my birthday almost two years ago. I like this kid named Logan who was recently in a wreck and it made me sad. I like this kid named Colton and I’ve liked him for three years, a lot. I admit that I have a problem with being fond of people. I’m fond of a lot of people.
i’ll admit, i cant get you off my mind. i dream about you, i think about you in the shower, before i go to sleep, when i eat, while watching tv. i wish you would come back into my life. please come back to me. even if its one last time. admit what we had wasnt nothing. admit.
Alright I did it! The milk was bad and I hated that dumb twat, so I crammed it down her throat while she was asleep. That’s why her breath is so stank.
Sometimes I wonder what a person can do by admitting their greatest, gravist, horrifying, most awful fear. I bet a person who hates that person very much would use their fear against them. What a shame it is to admit certain things. But I guess that’s one way to get over it, isn’t it?
Theres always been something I wanted to admit. I want to admit that I think im fat, not good enough, terrible with people, awkward, and so many other things. I dont know how to admit but I admit that I get jealous when I see other people admitting their love for someone they barely know. Because I want to do that. I want to write a book of things I need to admit, but never can.
Tony and I sat down at our table in the tiny restaurant.
“I did kill him,” He admitted.
“I thought you did,” I said quietly, looking down at my plate.
“I’m sorry, I had to to get into the gang,”
“He was my father!” I shouted and stormed out of the restaurant with everybody looking coldly at me.
i never wanted to admit it
and neither did you
although neither of us could sit here
and deny that our feelings were true
now the worst part
is to try and pretend i don’t miss you
but it’s okay because in reality
all of our problems
are secret clue
i dont want to confess any of the bad things ive done. i know that i shouldnt have done them but by telling her it would only break her heart. and mine. and that is not something I want to do. hopefully i can just change and look back on those times as forgotten mistakes.
i’ll admit that you might possibly be exactly what i’ve been looking for my whole life. I’ll admit that i would be anything you wanted me to be. i’ll be whatever it is you need in oder to stay in your life. i’ll admit that i might just love you, and i’m okay with that.
admitting weakness is the mistake i have made so many times.
when i cry; i see how you analyze the hole in my armour.
I wait for you to thrust a spear of words into it, and it comes with time.
no one wants to admit they use my fears against me,
but it’s only human to destroy the beauty that someone else has.
“Admit it,” he said, clutching his arm around my waist.
“There’s nothing to admit.”
“Ah, really?” his emerald eyes shot into mine.
God… those eyes… NO!
“Nothing,” I repeated.
“Well…” he stated, a mischievous grin on his face, “I’ll have to change that.”
Before i could do anything, i was pulled into a kiss that i had been waiting for, for so long. and in that moment of weakness, i didn’t want to pull away.
I’ll admit that my life is really fucky. I don’t know what to do about it, but it is. Actually, I’m more lazy than anything. And greedy. I have no clue what I’m going to do about myself. It’s baffling, really.
admitting is the hardest thing to do in my opinion. after all, if you use the word admit, then there’s obviously something that you don’t like being known unless something has gone horribly wrong, maybe.
She’d never admit her true feelings for him. She’d rather die than do that. So she was perfectly content with simply admiring him from afar, dreaming about him and smiling his way. She knew though that he didn’t even know she existed and that was fine with her.
admit what you want. to yourself. write it down so you won’t forget what you’ve said. tell yourself you know what you really want. no more hiding. or pretending to hide it.
i have to admit, i dont know what to say to this website and this viscerality it causes. i kinda like it, considering viscerality isnt a word.
I admit that I love you, I know that’s weird, I know that you probably think I’m too young or loud or I have too much of a temper, however you’ve been surprised by me before. Have you not? Okay..so I just wanted to say I’m just a little bit crazy about you. Sorry.
Admit it: you have nothing to admit at all.
You have done nothing. You are doing nothing. You will do nothing
Admit it.
It’s hard to admit when you’re wrong. Or when you’ve failed. It’s hard to admit that you’re alone and must rely on yourself. But when you admit to your flaws its purifying and cleansing
i don’t want to admit that i miss you, probably more than you miss me. i admit that i just want you to apologize and give me some form of closure. you said it seemed as if i didn’t like you as much as you liked me, but now it seems as if i’m the only one hurting. oh well.
i admit, the first time i saw you i did think about how you were smoking hot and i just wanted to rip the clothes off your body. but that drink i bought you was not just ou of lust it was also out of intrist. thank god i did that. if i hadent i would not be lying next to you, in pure love, right now
saying something out loud that you were not planning to tell this person.
accept something that scares you.
saying i love you.
accept that it was your fault and saying im sorry.
that it will never be enough, that things will always stay the same. I never stopped loving you, I never will. You’re always the one I think about, even when you’re right next to me, ignoring my exsistence. I can’t seem to understand why you act as though I’m the enemy. I admit to nothing, for I have done nothing. Admitting I am only my own thought.
I admit, it was hard to talk about. I didn’t know how the conversation would go, or if I should have it in the first place. But, as it turned out, even though I thought I was opening up by sharing these details, it was I who learned something.
I admit to nothing. I keep my mouth zipped like his red jacket and engrave my stare into his skull. He doesn’t deserve knowledge of what happened three nights before. “Molly, this is my last time asking you this,” I continue my stare, nothing he can say will make my lips move, “why isn’t Professor Johnson alive?” Nothing.
i don’t admit to a lot, well maybe i do. strange, i admit my flaws more then the positive aspects of myself. i try not to talk about myself because i don’t like the attention. but i do love the attention when it is positive. excep[t i never get positive feedback much.. i am not very confident in myself.. i will admit.
I admit to you that I was wrong. Still, it’s a funny thing, admitting. Some times we do it just for the sake of ending an argument. I admit to you, however, that this is not the case. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to admit this to you. Would you admit your secrets to me?
admiting the truth can be a hard thing to do. it takes a brave and strong person to admit something that they don’t want to admit. admitting to something can make you a better person sometimes and sometimes it’s a relief. other times, admitting something to someone can actually hurt them and yourself. it’s hard to admit things sometimes..
I’LL HAVE TO ADMIT THAT FOR the past few days, i had a lot to do. i was trying to take care of everything, and sometimes I fail, sometimes I succeed. I try making a priority list, and sometimes I stick to it. But i have to admit that stumble upon made me find this, and I will like it. and sometimes i should other things too.
What was he trying to admit that I had not seen him this morning with his secertery
please .
I admit I’m worried for you.
Where are you? I admit I love you.
I admit it’s platonic nature.
I admit I worry.
I admit it all.
I admit, I’m out.
I admit everything. My grandmother used to tell me that I “tell too much” on myself. I guess you could say I’m honest to a fault. But to me that’s far more acceptable than being dishonest or a liar.
When one is wrong or has made a mistake, one must admit their error. By one having to admit their mistake, one has taken the initiative to improve in every aspect of the initial problem.
admit you are a good person full of qualities and destined to be happy. I admit i am a beautiful person and i will get everything i want in life.
I admit, life can be hard. but the most important thing to remember is that life always goes on. What is important today probably won’t even matter in the next few years. And yet, during the time that an issue matters, you often feel as though the issue will always have merit. Still, if you truly care about whatever you’re worried about, you will always hold on.
i admit that i never know what’s best for me. i admit that i actually did like you a lot, i just don’t know how to handle it. i admit that i tend to think things are good for me when in reality, they’re not. i admit that i settle for less than i deserve. i admit that i really don’t deserve much. i admit that i wish you would say sorry. i just want some closure. i just don’t want this to end badly.
Do I have to admit to the truth. I like to keep some things a secret. I have learned that I do not need to admit to everything that is in my head. Sometimes it is better not to be an open book and admit to all your thoughts.
I don’t think I’d like to admit anything to you anymore. I can’t admit the possibilities that things are going to fall out, eventually. That maybe I’ll wake up and open the door, and you’ll be standing there, but I’ll look beyond you and Luke might be there, smiling the way he does. He still says things to me, y’know, like the fact that we belong together, but he also says he loves me, and I’ll admit… It’s been too long since I last heard that from you. Don’t you think it’s time to move on? Can you admit that we were wrong?
I admit that things aren’t the way they should have been, that maybe I’m falling apart inside, and maybe I wanted to have things happen that just didn’t. That maybe I’m going to walk back inside one day and look at you and realize that things aren’t the way I wanted them to be. But you have to admit that even though you think you’ve changed, maybe you haven’t as much as you think. And maybe I have to admit that I have. And maybe admitting things is the first step to recovery. I don’t want to be recovered, though. I like being an addict. Heroin, love, you’re heroin.
admitting is something people are scared of doing. we need to let it all out. yeah, don’t be scared of hurting other’s feelings, admit it; you don’t care. We’re selfish beasts; don’t deny and stop lying.
I must admit that I like a few people. I like this kid named Kyle who once called me on my birthday almost two years ago. I like this kid named Logan who was recently in a wreck and it made me sad. I like this kid named Colton and I’ve liked him for three years, a lot. I admit that I have a problem with being fond of people. I’m fond of a lot of people.
i’ll admit, i cant get you off my mind. i dream about you, i think about you in the shower, before i go to sleep, when i eat, while watching tv. i wish you would come back into my life. please come back to me. even if its one last time. admit what we had wasnt nothing. admit.
Alright I did it! The milk was bad and I hated that dumb twat, so I crammed it down her throat while she was asleep. That’s why her breath is so stank.
Sometimes I wonder what a person can do by admitting their greatest, gravist, horrifying, most awful fear. I bet a person who hates that person very much would use their fear against them. What a shame it is to admit certain things. But I guess that’s one way to get over it, isn’t it?
Theres always been something I wanted to admit. I want to admit that I think im fat, not good enough, terrible with people, awkward, and so many other things. I dont know how to admit but I admit that I get jealous when I see other people admitting their love for someone they barely know. Because I want to do that. I want to write a book of things I need to admit, but never can.
Tony and I sat down at our table in the tiny restaurant.
“I did kill him,” He admitted.
“I thought you did,” I said quietly, looking down at my plate.
“I’m sorry, I had to to get into the gang,”
“He was my father!” I shouted and stormed out of the restaurant with everybody looking coldly at me.
i never wanted to admit it
and neither did you
although neither of us could sit here
and deny that our feelings were true
now the worst part
is to try and pretend i don’t miss you
but it’s okay because in reality
all of our problems
are secret clue
i dont want to confess any of the bad things ive done. i know that i shouldnt have done them but by telling her it would only break her heart. and mine. and that is not something I want to do. hopefully i can just change and look back on those times as forgotten mistakes.
i’ll admit that you might possibly be exactly what i’ve been looking for my whole life. I’ll admit that i would be anything you wanted me to be. i’ll be whatever it is you need in oder to stay in your life. i’ll admit that i might just love you, and i’m okay with that.