almost gotta a chance to say what i really wanted to say but i didnt. and i almost had you for good. but you fucked it up for yourself. the first time you were scared.
the second time you SLEPT WITH SOME BITCH WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK. some times i almost hate you
others i almost love you.
I almost made a million dollars the other day, but then, many people may say that. But I really almost made it. I myself stopped myself from making it. I had won a bunch in Vagas, and gambled it away. nine-hundred thousand became nine. Too bad. Next time.
i am almst okay
but not really
iwant to be okay but sometimes its so hard and i miss things and people and i am almost good enough
but it shoudlnt matter i sould be goodenough for me right?
but almost
almost
is a word that is stupid cause its half anything
and you should be sure
but almost means alot
i almost made it
i willl make it
There was that one moment, when I thought you were falling endlessly. I could see a little piece of myself in your eye, reflected in the water. And then, when you hit the surface, shattering it… you were there. Flying. Almost.
It’s getting there. Not quite to the point, but not very far either. We are always almost. Almost happy, almost successful, almost finished. It’s not like it’s a million miles away. It’s ALWAYS at the tip of your fingers. It’s always just beyond the horizon. But you never really get it. It’s always just….at most; almost.
had a gun so i took it then i ran to the corner of the block whether you likee it or not i got a puswsy in my wallet but it doesnt seem to want to go with me to the bedroom and so i sing a tune about cars and drugs and useless thugs who are black and wack and greasy like french fries from the Metcalf at RISD. Son those fries are so effin wack.
I almost had the time of my life. But then that voice inside me told me that I shouldn’t. He’s hundreds of miles away, yet I feel guilty for wanting to be with anyone but him. Why does he do this to me? Why do I care so much? I almost had fun today. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
i almost had you but i guess that doesnt cut it, almost had you. i almost wish you would have loved me too. almost is such a complicated word. why do we almost have things? is it because we dont try hard enough to get what we want? is it because its not meant to be? is anything meant to be, or do we make it happen with tactics? almost done with this almost test. a nice thing to be isn’t almost.
ALMOST. almost had this thing going for me. and like. well. you can’t control everything. you can’t control people. you can’t predict the future. and almost – there is no such this. it is or it isn’t. and maybe even a possibility.
Almost there, Thats what she said. We were almost there, but she left me behind. She just wandered into the dark, and left me standing there alone in the darkness. She never came back,and I never saw her again. She left me all alone. She Disappeared. Within the blink of an eye. She was gone. Almost there.
almost
is a word
it begins with an idea
but ends in failure
that is how i spell it
not with letters
but with experience
i almost won the game
but i lost
i almost got a perfect score
but i messed up that one question
i almost loved you
but i don’t.
i almost joined the airforce but i got scared and didn’t want to go alone. i almost completed a semester of college but something or another happened and i got scared and didn’t go back. Almost is a horrible word at this point. i have so many almost that i can think of as a negative that i really don’t want to write about them all. at this point i’d really like to think of an almost that got me through something hard but i finished it. Ahhhhgh! that part is difficult, but lets think positive and maybe i’ll come to it. Right now my hand is almost cramping because i’m typing to fast. i wish this excersise was over. how many almost can i think of to just go with to put out for for someone else to read. I don’t want to be pitied i just want to be happy. i am happy, i have a good life, a great love and a life most would kill for. i know i’d protect all that i already have. i want more. i want to live the rest of my life with the happiness i already have. i can make it bigger, brighter, and more giving than i already do. is this minute over yet.
Almost. The funny thing about this word is. I already wrote about it. I accidentally hit something on my computer and had to start over. Reaaall original-I know, but I couldn’t help it. I just am not as techno smart as everyone else. See I don’t even know what to call it. I am horrible, almost.
In the mornings it is almost hot or almost cold, a stifling heat almost gathers at her collar, the pain of cold almost manifests in her fingertips, but no temperature can really ease underneath her skin to any degree, she is her own country inside.
I’m sinking in a sea of Almosts, and they’re all gathering around you. Almosts are the walls that separate us and impede our path towards one another. They block what I want to say, and what I want to feel; and instead of saying, instead of feeling, I almost speak. I almost feel. I almost love. I almost took a step towards you today; but I paused and thought about the future it implied, and my desires remained an Almost, and I sat there wishing, wanting, wishing that instead of an Almost, it was an Absolutely Definitely, Yes.
im almost there, just a little bit more. it always feels like im almost there. everything goes unaccomplished and just remains ‘almost’. im almost done this paragraph…almost
Almost is the story of my life at this point. Almost this, almost that. Almost happy, almost her. I can’t believe it’s always almost. Seems oxymoronic almost always, but it is what it is. Almost always it is. The story of my life is described in almost and almost always bad. But almost always good.
so close yet so far the space between our hands to meet
the space that separates the tips of our fingers to brush
you breath that glides through my hair
you voice that tells me- for you i will be there
I’m almost there but I haven’t finished yet. Maybe I’m not meant to. Do I really need to move on from here or am I stuck? I’m on the edge, almost falling. I’m almost free. I’m almost grown up. I’m almost done. Almost.
not quite there, but just about. Keep trying, don’t get discouraged, you can do it, just try harder. You don’t want to have to say you ALMOST made it, when you were so very very very close. So close that you could smell it, taste it….
there i was sitting at the pool when she pushed me into it. I made a huge splash and broke my nose. There was blood all over the water and everyone was astonished. My nose had cracked and fuck did it hurt. I just wanted to die from embarrassment. Everyone rushed by my side to take me to the emergency room.
I was almost there when I ran into an abandoned warehouse, I got out and rad tro the front door to see if anyone was around, upon discovering there was someone hding in the back, I got the crowbar out of the back of my car and crept around only to find it was a little goat walking around the junk piles.
climate was rising, heat, blinding. every second another bleeding reminder of where things could’ve gone when august rolled around. stray bits of hay, father’s tumbleweeds, facial indents. good news:
I was almost there. Almost to my little cousin Janice’s birthday party that I was already late for. Damn it. I knew that I needed to get my shit together, and being late to my Janice’s 6th birthday was making everything worse all over again.
Almost. That’s what I felt, what I was filled with when I almost told you how I felt. I almost told you and you almost cared. But in reality I know you care, but it’s just hard with all these almosts that I’m putting in our way. I almost wanted to kiss you, I almost laughed, I almost thought I loved you.
I’m almost there but I haven’t finished yet. Maybe I’m not meant to. Do I really need to move on from here or am I stuck. I’m almost free. I’m almost grown up. I’m almost done. Almost.
He almost kissed me.
But then he didn’t.
I almost left him.
But I chickened out.
He almost hit me.
But he missed by an inch.
I almost loved him.
But I changed my mind.
I almost found it. This one time I had Something fantastic, something great. Something people dream about. Almost. Just a bit out of reach. For a while though, it was mine, I could claim this. Even if it was just almost.
I was almost there. I could see the end of everything, it was so close, but still somehow out of my grasp. I almost gave up, but I kept going, because you said that you would be there.
I had almost made a friend. At the end of my first week, I was trying really hard to come out of my shell, to chat with my new colleagues, but I was never very good with small talk. Maybe next week I could make a friend and then we could laugh together.
Almost, the limit of our dreams. This is where we leave off right before we get there. I’ve almost done so many things; I wish I had done more of them. Let’s eschew almost and go for always.
I was almost there. A bell chimed as the elevator doors pulled apart in front of me, and I slipped out before they had fully spread. My mind reeled as I dodged doctors and patients alike, with cold courtesy restraining me from outright sprinting. The gray hallway I navigated carried the muted sounds of conversations spilling out from open offices. I paused to catch my breath as I began to sweat. A draft blew the strawberry ringlets off my shoulders and stung my eyes. The moment blurred as it slowed to the feeble pulse of the wall clock, ticking away my chances. I twitched back into a stride, and fled from the clock, knowing it could take everything back. I twisted round a turn and was met with deathly silence. This was the place of my appointment. It was dark, with one, flickering fluorescent lighting the hallway. It tapered into silent darkness, and I knew I was done for. The one I was meeting, the doctor, the hope, the chance, was already gone. I had almost made it.
I had it, at one point, but almost was the key thing. Almost doesn’t cut it in today’s society. So I almost had it…yes, all the way inside…but not quite all the way. Almost. And There I was, standing awkwardly with it in halfway, only almost. I was ashamed.
it is almost to the point that i am finishing my third roatation.
it is soon going to be over. right after my take-home exam i can take a short break. have a rest then move on and work on my rotation presentation. it is almost there. good luck
almost gotta a chance to say what i really wanted to say but i didnt. and i almost had you for good. but you fucked it up for yourself. the first time you were scared.
the second time you SLEPT WITH SOME BITCH WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK. some times i almost hate you
others i almost love you.
I almost made a million dollars the other day, but then, many people may say that. But I really almost made it. I myself stopped myself from making it. I had won a bunch in Vagas, and gambled it away. nine-hundred thousand became nine. Too bad. Next time.
i am almst okay
but not really
iwant to be okay but sometimes its so hard and i miss things and people and i am almost good enough
but it shoudlnt matter i sould be goodenough for me right?
but almost
almost
is a word that is stupid cause its half anything
and you should be sure
but almost means alot
i almost made it
i willl make it
Almost forgiven
almost not
almost a stranger
almost known
almost
almost
but yet
not quite
There was that one moment, when I thought you were falling endlessly. I could see a little piece of myself in your eye, reflected in the water. And then, when you hit the surface, shattering it… you were there. Flying. Almost.
It’s getting there. Not quite to the point, but not very far either. We are always almost. Almost happy, almost successful, almost finished. It’s not like it’s a million miles away. It’s ALWAYS at the tip of your fingers. It’s always just beyond the horizon. But you never really get it. It’s always just….at most; almost.
had a gun so i took it then i ran to the corner of the block whether you likee it or not i got a puswsy in my wallet but it doesnt seem to want to go with me to the bedroom and so i sing a tune about cars and drugs and useless thugs who are black and wack and greasy like french fries from the Metcalf at RISD. Son those fries are so effin wack.
I almost had the time of my life. But then that voice inside me told me that I shouldn’t. He’s hundreds of miles away, yet I feel guilty for wanting to be with anyone but him. Why does he do this to me? Why do I care so much? I almost had fun today. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
i almost had you but i guess that doesnt cut it, almost had you. i almost wish you would have loved me too. almost is such a complicated word. why do we almost have things? is it because we dont try hard enough to get what we want? is it because its not meant to be? is anything meant to be, or do we make it happen with tactics? almost done with this almost test. a nice thing to be isn’t almost.
ALMOST. almost had this thing going for me. and like. well. you can’t control everything. you can’t control people. you can’t predict the future. and almost – there is no such this. it is or it isn’t. and maybe even a possibility.
almost done but not really I haven’t actually started anything I just need this year to be almost over so I can recoup and find myself
Almost there, Thats what she said. We were almost there, but she left me behind. She just wandered into the dark, and left me standing there alone in the darkness. She never came back,and I never saw her again. She left me all alone. She Disappeared. Within the blink of an eye. She was gone. Almost there.
almost
is a word
it begins with an idea
but ends in failure
that is how i spell it
not with letters
but with experience
i almost won the game
but i lost
i almost got a perfect score
but i messed up that one question
i almost loved you
but i don’t.
i almost joined the airforce but i got scared and didn’t want to go alone. i almost completed a semester of college but something or another happened and i got scared and didn’t go back. Almost is a horrible word at this point. i have so many almost that i can think of as a negative that i really don’t want to write about them all. at this point i’d really like to think of an almost that got me through something hard but i finished it. Ahhhhgh! that part is difficult, but lets think positive and maybe i’ll come to it. Right now my hand is almost cramping because i’m typing to fast. i wish this excersise was over. how many almost can i think of to just go with to put out for for someone else to read. I don’t want to be pitied i just want to be happy. i am happy, i have a good life, a great love and a life most would kill for. i know i’d protect all that i already have. i want more. i want to live the rest of my life with the happiness i already have. i can make it bigger, brighter, and more giving than i already do. is this minute over yet.
Almost. The funny thing about this word is. I already wrote about it. I accidentally hit something on my computer and had to start over. Reaaall original-I know, but I couldn’t help it. I just am not as techno smart as everyone else. See I don’t even know what to call it. I am horrible, almost.
In the mornings it is almost hot or almost cold, a stifling heat almost gathers at her collar, the pain of cold almost manifests in her fingertips, but no temperature can really ease underneath her skin to any degree, she is her own country inside.
I’m sinking in a sea of Almosts, and they’re all gathering around you. Almosts are the walls that separate us and impede our path towards one another. They block what I want to say, and what I want to feel; and instead of saying, instead of feeling, I almost speak. I almost feel. I almost love. I almost took a step towards you today; but I paused and thought about the future it implied, and my desires remained an Almost, and I sat there wishing, wanting, wishing that instead of an Almost, it was an Absolutely Definitely, Yes.
im almost there, just a little bit more. it always feels like im almost there. everything goes unaccomplished and just remains ‘almost’. im almost done this paragraph…almost
Almost is the story of my life at this point. Almost this, almost that. Almost happy, almost her. I can’t believe it’s always almost. Seems oxymoronic almost always, but it is what it is. Almost always it is. The story of my life is described in almost and almost always bad. But almost always good.
so close yet so far the space between our hands to meet
the space that separates the tips of our fingers to brush
you breath that glides through my hair
you voice that tells me- for you i will be there
I’m almost there but I haven’t finished yet. Maybe I’m not meant to. Do I really need to move on from here or am I stuck? I’m on the edge, almost falling. I’m almost free. I’m almost grown up. I’m almost done. Almost.
not quite there, but just about. Keep trying, don’t get discouraged, you can do it, just try harder. You don’t want to have to say you ALMOST made it, when you were so very very very close. So close that you could smell it, taste it….
there i was sitting at the pool when she pushed me into it. I made a huge splash and broke my nose. There was blood all over the water and everyone was astonished. My nose had cracked and fuck did it hurt. I just wanted to die from embarrassment. Everyone rushed by my side to take me to the emergency room.
Almost there.
To where I see his hair.
So freaking beautiful.
Almost over.
This amazing day.
His eyes are sad to see me leave.
Oh my gosh.
Justin Bieber admitted it.
He loves me.
Life is now complete.
Well, almost.
I was almost there when I ran into an abandoned warehouse, I got out and rad tro the front door to see if anyone was around, upon discovering there was someone hding in the back, I got the crowbar out of the back of my car and crept around only to find it was a little goat walking around the junk piles.
climate was rising, heat, blinding. every second another bleeding reminder of where things could’ve gone when august rolled around. stray bits of hay, father’s tumbleweeds, facial indents. good news:
we were almost there.
I was almost there. Almost to my little cousin Janice’s birthday party that I was already late for. Damn it. I knew that I needed to get my shit together, and being late to my Janice’s 6th birthday was making everything worse all over again.
Almost. That’s what I felt, what I was filled with when I almost told you how I felt. I almost told you and you almost cared. But in reality I know you care, but it’s just hard with all these almosts that I’m putting in our way. I almost wanted to kiss you, I almost laughed, I almost thought I loved you.
I’m almost there but I haven’t finished yet. Maybe I’m not meant to. Do I really need to move on from here or am I stuck. I’m almost free. I’m almost grown up. I’m almost done. Almost.
He almost kissed me.
But then he didn’t.
I almost left him.
But I chickened out.
He almost hit me.
But he missed by an inch.
I almost loved him.
But I changed my mind.
I almost didn’t care enough to answer you. I’m sorry.
I almost found it. This one time I had Something fantastic, something great. Something people dream about. Almost. Just a bit out of reach. For a while though, it was mine, I could claim this. Even if it was just almost.
Almost. I almost fell for his pathetically sweet, golden-honey dipped sentences, almost.
I was almost there. I could see the end of everything, it was so close, but still somehow out of my grasp. I almost gave up, but I kept going, because you said that you would be there.
I had almost made a friend. At the end of my first week, I was trying really hard to come out of my shell, to chat with my new colleagues, but I was never very good with small talk. Maybe next week I could make a friend and then we could laugh together.
barely there, not enough, close but not enough, not full, missing parts, not enough, not all there,
Almost, the limit of our dreams. This is where we leave off right before we get there. I’ve almost done so many things; I wish I had done more of them. Let’s eschew almost and go for always.
I was almost there. A bell chimed as the elevator doors pulled apart in front of me, and I slipped out before they had fully spread. My mind reeled as I dodged doctors and patients alike, with cold courtesy restraining me from outright sprinting. The gray hallway I navigated carried the muted sounds of conversations spilling out from open offices. I paused to catch my breath as I began to sweat. A draft blew the strawberry ringlets off my shoulders and stung my eyes. The moment blurred as it slowed to the feeble pulse of the wall clock, ticking away my chances. I twitched back into a stride, and fled from the clock, knowing it could take everything back. I twisted round a turn and was met with deathly silence. This was the place of my appointment. It was dark, with one, flickering fluorescent lighting the hallway. It tapered into silent darkness, and I knew I was done for. The one I was meeting, the doctor, the hope, the chance, was already gone. I had almost made it.
I had it, at one point, but almost was the key thing. Almost doesn’t cut it in today’s society. So I almost had it…yes, all the way inside…but not quite all the way. Almost. And There I was, standing awkwardly with it in halfway, only almost. I was ashamed.
it is almost to the point that i am finishing my third roatation.
it is soon going to be over. right after my take-home exam i can take a short break. have a rest then move on and work on my rotation presentation. it is almost there. good luck