milo was a pussy cat who often opted for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Every day, around four, milo would head to the pantry and summon the courage to fork up his favorite dish.
It was a saturday, and the peanut butter was run dry, the jelly no where to be found. Milo turned to the window in utter confusion.
i get it so amny times that i get irriatated by it….but i love it …….after all it’s the diet for intelligence…..i kinds hate it when i don’t have it aplenty…..i want it more and more and more….love it
People moving stepping walking back and forth streetlights flashing horns blaring loudly siren calls in the night so loud loud loud cannot hear cannot HEAR. The insect wails, cries, flees for shelter beneath a slip of cardboard, waits for the storm of noise and color and panic to pass.
Everything is about confusion. Life is confusing, love is confusing, everything you learn in life will be confusing.
The key to life is being able to take what is confusing and change it into something you understand as a human being.
Confusion that turns into ‘un-confusion’ is what you need to see.
Sometimes it eats marshmellows my whole day. Sometimes it ruins a whole left over peice of bread. i stop and think about it over and over again. Wanting to solve the problem yesterday, but the confusion makes it last for 2 seconds. Untill one day theres a new thing to be putting marshmellow on bread about.
Sometimes it ruins my whole day. Sometimes it ruins a whole year. i stop and think about it over and over again. Wanting to solve the problem instantly, but the confusion makes it last forever. Untill one day theres a new thing to be confused about.
you looked at me in barely-veiled confusion. “what?” you inquired, again.
“i am dying.”
“bullshit.” you didn’t believe me.
i barely believed myself.
your anger was to hide your fear, and your rage at me even thinking of succumbing to death. (though i suppose anger & rage could be considered the same.) but, “everyone dies.”
“not us. we are young. we are immortal.”
something that i feel quite often. this word can basically be applied in any situation possible. for instance now. people. things. im drunk what do i know.p
I was confused at first when I read the word “confusion” because I didn’t see it at the top of the screen and I was looking around. i get confused in organic chemistry a lot and my feelings confuse me especially when i’m high like right now or when i’m really really drunk like new years FUCK MARIA and i don’t know where my mind was just going, i get confused on my feelings. lesbian? straight? bisexual? bisexuals are sluts..wait, i’m a feminist. RECLAIM THE WORD KATHLEEN HANNA WE LOVE YOU. oh my gosh so much ridiculousness. kiss me clintonnnn, sexxx with meeeee. i just want to get it over with so i can decide lesbian sex is better and be a real lipstick lesbian.
Confusion is the haze
Never a problem though
I’ve got a map
bitch
And things will be alright
If we just keep on floating on
Or something equally cliche
Just me and my smokey lungs
A friend or two
perhaps
Down beat tempos
Disguises and
lies
I am so confused about life. Nothing is making any sense to me. What am I supposed to be? Where am I trying to go? Why does everyone have these expectations? Why can’t I just do whatever I want? I feel like I am at a disadvantage because I wasn’t born into a cheese-loving family.
This morning I was frightened. Tonight I am serene. Tomorrow I expect I will be nervous, then triumphant. Perhaps later this month I will be on top of the world… but likely not before I’m down in the dumps a couple of times. Gotta love it.
There’s a fuzzy sort of feeling that leaves me all tongue-tied, twisted, and I love every second of it. We spin around and around, and swallow nasty, bitter poison things to get this kind of feeling, and all I had to do was hang for a few hundred seconds, with my feet dangling and my neck playing rope burn songs. I would like it if I didn’t know I was losing something.
Ahh, confusion, what we have here is a state of mind, which you don’t know what to do, feel lost, in front of two or more paths, and sometimes unable to decide, maybe because the benefits each path represents, or maybe because you left something important behind, that’s it
Life is filled with this. The more I think I have learned about myself, the more I find that there are newer obstacles lined up ahead of me which throws me off. But it is this confusion that makes our lives interesting.
Confusion is happening
With hands moving in one direction and fet in another
Am even skipping letters while forming owrds.
Or writing them backwards..
Becuase all i want to do right now and for hole of today is slip.
why am I up at this time of night? I’m confused as to why the internet has led me to this site. I’m confused about what to do tomorrow, whether or not I’ll get enough done, whether or not I’ll spend too much time confused on the internet.
There’s a lot of confusion in my life lately. Confusion about where I heading, what I’m doing and all my goals. Anyone would be confused in a confusing world even me. And I’m ususally unfazed. It must be 2010 or something.
i don’t know what to do about us. everything we do is terrible, and everything i do is terrible. you don’t care about what happens to us now, and I know I shouldn’t either but I do. I miss you so much. More than anything in the world. I don’t even care that I’m in love with you anymore. This is about our friendship. Thats the only thing I want.
I MISS YOU.
by Sophie @ ibleedmonthly.tumblr.com on 01.05.2010
I was once confused one day. It was weird…well I suppose it wasn’t just that one time. I often find myself being confused about different things in life. What kind of career should I pursue? What classes should I take? Where can I find summer internships? Why do my friends not treat me the way I used to? How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a wood chuck
I sense confusion in her face. But I’m confused to what she is confused about. I asked her if she is, in fact, confused, and she asks what? I’m confused. I agree that I’m also confused. She become more confused. Being 14 was confusing in general.
Dazed abd confused, i stumble through the forest. its dark. where are my friends. I lost them somewhere, I can’t remember where. Something important, something I’m supposed to know.
i am always confused as to why it has to be a game with people. what ever happened to being sweet and loving? why do people have to play mind games and hard to get and all that? i decided im not going to be the confusing one anymore, ill be myself and eventually someone will appreciate it . i am not going to change who i am for any man ever and that is me.
You scared me because I never thought I’d see my real friends again. You hung around too long, silver canisters littering my life. It’s time to clear the trash from the corners of my skull and start sleeping at night. You can’t get me anymore.
This doesn’t really have to do with confusion, I just wanted to post how funny it is to read the differences between participants of this website. You have the crowd that tries to be all deep and poetic, you have the crowd that states the obvious (like the definition of the actual word given), and then you have the genuinely good writers that are very entertaining to read. I like to think I fall into the last category because I tend to want to read my entries over and over again.
Sometimes I get really fuzzy headed when people try to talk at me. I am filled with such confusion when I listen to psychic vampires. They just sit there and suck out my brain juice of a soul through my ears. It’s like dude… shut the fuck up.
milo was a pussy cat who often opted for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Every day, around four, milo would head to the pantry and summon the courage to fork up his favorite dish.
It was a saturday, and the peanut butter was run dry, the jelly no where to be found. Milo turned to the window in utter confusion.
i get it so amny times that i get irriatated by it….but i love it …….after all it’s the diet for intelligence…..i kinds hate it when i don’t have it aplenty…..i want it more and more and more….love it
People moving stepping walking back and forth streetlights flashing horns blaring loudly siren calls in the night so loud loud loud cannot hear cannot HEAR. The insect wails, cries, flees for shelter beneath a slip of cardboard, waits for the storm of noise and color and panic to pass.
Everything is about confusion. Life is confusing, love is confusing, everything you learn in life will be confusing.
The key to life is being able to take what is confusing and change it into something you understand as a human being.
Confusion that turns into ‘un-confusion’ is what you need to see.
i’m not confused for the first time in a long time. i think.
Sometimes it eats marshmellows my whole day. Sometimes it ruins a whole left over peice of bread. i stop and think about it over and over again. Wanting to solve the problem yesterday, but the confusion makes it last for 2 seconds. Untill one day theres a new thing to be putting marshmellow on bread about.
Sometimes it ruins my whole day. Sometimes it ruins a whole year. i stop and think about it over and over again. Wanting to solve the problem instantly, but the confusion makes it last forever. Untill one day theres a new thing to be confused about.
you looked at me in barely-veiled confusion. “what?” you inquired, again.
“i am dying.”
“bullshit.” you didn’t believe me.
i barely believed myself.
your anger was to hide your fear, and your rage at me even thinking of succumbing to death. (though i suppose anger & rage could be considered the same.) but, “everyone dies.”
“not us. we are young. we are immortal.”
something that i feel quite often. this word can basically be applied in any situation possible. for instance now. people. things. im drunk what do i know.p
what?
My name is tom doodlewamtoomertooly… and I like to eat cheese covered it pie crumbs. HAHAHAHAHA~! I TRICKED YOU!!!!! Good bye. NOW GOOD BYE!
I was confused at first when I read the word “confusion” because I didn’t see it at the top of the screen and I was looking around. i get confused in organic chemistry a lot and my feelings confuse me especially when i’m high like right now or when i’m really really drunk like new years FUCK MARIA and i don’t know where my mind was just going, i get confused on my feelings. lesbian? straight? bisexual? bisexuals are sluts..wait, i’m a feminist. RECLAIM THE WORD KATHLEEN HANNA WE LOVE YOU. oh my gosh so much ridiculousness. kiss me clintonnnn, sexxx with meeeee. i just want to get it over with so i can decide lesbian sex is better and be a real lipstick lesbian.
i am confused every day of my life
A voice in my head. People bombarding me with suggestions. All seems unfair. As no time is left to pull myself out of this confusion.
wen7 7oa_w/^\__
Confusion is the haze
Never a problem though
I’ve got a map
bitch
And things will be alright
If we just keep on floating on
Or something equally cliche
Just me and my smokey lungs
A friend or two
perhaps
Down beat tempos
Disguises and
lies
I am so confused about life. Nothing is making any sense to me. What am I supposed to be? Where am I trying to go? Why does everyone have these expectations? Why can’t I just do whatever I want? I feel like I am at a disadvantage because I wasn’t born into a cheese-loving family.
confusion is a noise in my head, full of every color vibrating so fast, that i couldn’t tell you the names of each.
This morning I was frightened. Tonight I am serene. Tomorrow I expect I will be nervous, then triumphant. Perhaps later this month I will be on top of the world… but likely not before I’m down in the dumps a couple of times. Gotta love it.
There’s a fuzzy sort of feeling that leaves me all tongue-tied, twisted, and I love every second of it. We spin around and around, and swallow nasty, bitter poison things to get this kind of feeling, and all I had to do was hang for a few hundred seconds, with my feet dangling and my neck playing rope burn songs. I would like it if I didn’t know I was losing something.
Ahh, confusion, what we have here is a state of mind, which you don’t know what to do, feel lost, in front of two or more paths, and sometimes unable to decide, maybe because the benefits each path represents, or maybe because you left something important behind, that’s it
Life is filled with this. The more I think I have learned about myself, the more I find that there are newer obstacles lined up ahead of me which throws me off. But it is this confusion that makes our lives interesting.
Confusion is happening
With hands moving in one direction and fet in another
Am even skipping letters while forming owrds.
Or writing them backwards..
Becuase all i want to do right now and for hole of today is slip.
Confusion is something I daily if not hourly. I am always confused about something. Its a suffocating feeling sometimes.
fear anxiety people emotion
why am I up at this time of night? I’m confused as to why the internet has led me to this site. I’m confused about what to do tomorrow, whether or not I’ll get enough done, whether or not I’ll spend too much time confused on the internet.
There’s a lot of confusion in my life lately. Confusion about where I heading, what I’m doing and all my goals. Anyone would be confused in a confusing world even me. And I’m ususally unfazed. It must be 2010 or something.
Suddenly I can’t breathe, it’s swallowing me whole. What my heart wants doesn’t tally with what my mind desires. It sure is confusing to me.
i don’t know what to do about us. everything we do is terrible, and everything i do is terrible. you don’t care about what happens to us now, and I know I shouldn’t either but I do. I miss you so much. More than anything in the world. I don’t even care that I’m in love with you anymore. This is about our friendship. Thats the only thing I want.
I MISS YOU.
im confused
I was once confused one day. It was weird…well I suppose it wasn’t just that one time. I often find myself being confused about different things in life. What kind of career should I pursue? What classes should I take? Where can I find summer internships? Why do my friends not treat me the way I used to? How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a wood chuck
I sense confusion in her face. But I’m confused to what she is confused about. I asked her if she is, in fact, confused, and she asks what? I’m confused. I agree that I’m also confused. She become more confused. Being 14 was confusing in general.
yes
feeling lost…being overwhelmed with information. too many senses being used at one…being lost in it all and not knowing how you got there
Dazed abd confused, i stumble through the forest. its dark. where are my friends. I lost them somewhere, I can’t remember where. Something important, something I’m supposed to know.
i am always confused as to why it has to be a game with people. what ever happened to being sweet and loving? why do people have to play mind games and hard to get and all that? i decided im not going to be the confusing one anymore, ill be myself and eventually someone will appreciate it . i am not going to change who i am for any man ever and that is me.
You scared me because I never thought I’d see my real friends again. You hung around too long, silver canisters littering my life. It’s time to clear the trash from the corners of my skull and start sleeping at night. You can’t get me anymore.
This doesn’t really have to do with confusion, I just wanted to post how funny it is to read the differences between participants of this website. You have the crowd that tries to be all deep and poetic, you have the crowd that states the obvious (like the definition of the actual word given), and then you have the genuinely good writers that are very entertaining to read. I like to think I fall into the last category because I tend to want to read my entries over and over again.
Sometimes I get really fuzzy headed when people try to talk at me. I am filled with such confusion when I listen to psychic vampires. They just sit there and suck out my brain juice of a soul through my ears. It’s like dude… shut the fuck up.
its a state of mind where everything seems to be right or everything seems to be wrong.