Oh how I can relate to despair. I feel despair for myself most of all. I am forever alone. In everything. I have no partner for the history project, no friends, and no significant other. All I want is to be loved, or even lusted for, but no, I can’t be.
It wasn’t like it was the first time that bubblegum had failed her. Once, it stuck in her hair in the third grade and she was cemented to the desk. Another time, she used it to seal a bong and instead ended up with smoke and water everywhere, a hellfire of brimstone in the backseat. But, now, this time it was too much. Katie spat out her gum and thought “Double bubble, never again. Adios, childhood.”
Why do people despair when they have no hope? Despair is a very now and not later type of thing= and you can’t despair in the past, just the present. Despair is the feeling you get when nothing is going right, and so nothing else will. That makes sense. But, in a way, you never know what’s going to happen next. Right?
that debilitating feeling in the pit of your stomach that just washes over you when you know there’s no way out, no other way, its just over, said and done
I think it’s cold, yeah that would be what it is; cold. I think it’s going to be okay but I thought that three weeks ago. It’s not going to be okay. I’m going to be stuck here forever and nothing is going to change. I’m going to be here in the cold. I wonder what death feels like, I assume it’s like this.
Despair filled the place to such a degree that any sort of light was lost in the darkness it owned. People walked without hope as its stench seeped into the soul.
up to my neck in despair, i cling onto any hope that maybe i’ll have the courage to leave him. it kills me to hurt him, i grow weak at the sight of his pain. as i struggle to stay afloat, i close my eyes and allow the current push me. when will i save myself from being his martyr?
it was once said that there is nothing darker than the deapths that someone will go to in order to keep from being alone. this is a troubling thing that cant be ignored.
i get lonely sometimes when i miss my family. i love my nephew and i miss him more every day. my family and i sometimes get in fights, but they are the people who know me the best. i miss them sooo much. especially when i lsiten to really good music, or when im by myself. i love my life so much, and my family is such a large part of that. :) visit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She put her head in her hands. As her fingers grabbed at her hair, her skin,the edges of her eyes,nose,lips,chin, curled around her neck, all she could feel was the slow draining of happiness. Every motion she made, every blink, ever THOUGHT ate away at the happiness she had felt for the last seven years. It tore at the dreams she had built, the comfort she had found, the steps she had taken at getting better. And, as she watched him walk away, all she could feel was the burning tears on her face, and the bitter taste of despair in her mouth.
Why did they take you?
Time took you; the old you, the one who laughed and smiled and cared deeply for me.
Time turned you into a replica of you who suddenly is indifferent to me.
Was I not good enough? Did I not change fast enough to meet those needs of yours?
You’ve wrecked me.
I despaired. Why? Because I was going to die. There were two ways to go: off a cliff or into the swords. Why take life if I will die either way? Why kill innocents? They wouldn’t be evil until I kill them. I jumped.
Everyone has a moment when they’re sinking into despair.
However, for me, it feels as every day, my world seems to fade more and more into that monochrome. I can’t feel any emotion anymore after a while.
And so, I stare at the blank ceiling, wishing myself to somehow get out of this black hole. It’s near impossible, I say.
Reeling from the effects of the mint julep, Jensen reached for the door of the red phone booth to steady himself. To door folded in and he found himself staring at the boxy phone and the dull black keys. For a moment he stared, blurry-eyed as his mind focused on the white letters on the keys, D-E-S-P-A-I-R. Yeah, baby, I got your number, Jensen thought.
I guessed I missed you more than I thought I would.
I kept thinking, ‘Oh, you’ll be back and it’ll be fine and well again.’
But it wasn’t….it was like someone took you, the you I knew and loved, and replaced you with some stranger who was nothing like you, who was cold and indifferent to his best friend. Not warm, smiling, and openhearted. They took you; time took you.
Has time taken me away to?
Despair had been a lonely companion to her in her past. It overcame her sometimes out of nowhere, for seemingly no reason. It was unexplainable, and unfathomable. Finally, she started developing ways to overcome despair, not just on occasion, but whenever it arose, by replacing negative thoughts with positive ones as a first step out. Despair sucks.
I feel despair right now because I do not have a job, and because I miss New york. That is the simple truth. Depressing, but true. Next summer, I will fix this, and I will be much, much, much happier. Hopefully. I feel less despair than I did a year ago though, so that’s something.
i feel this a lot, too often perhaps for someone who does not have a whole lot to despair about. i think it’s a cosmic despair, because of humanity and the collective consciousness.
Despair is the blackness of the endless night in a foxhole, not knowing north from south. Despair is unknown, is being unknown to all. Even to God. It was a smothering blackness. Endless. No, this would end – it was not despair.
i felt my heart drop, as he said he didn’t want me in his life. i’ve never felt more hopeless, more lost, more unloved. the despair i felt cannot compair to anything i’ve ever felt before. i loved him, i trusted him, and he hurt me.
My heart, a black pool of despair. Bleeding blank pools of India Ink into the depths of eternity. Blackness, darkness, surrounding me. Death, a welcome repreive from the madness of my soul. Deep, down in the crevices of eternity. Speaking, loudly, whispering into the void. Questioning the meaning of everything.
It crept into my mind while I was sleeping, when I wasn’t aware enough or strong enough to keep it at bay. Times when I couldn’t help but think about all that I’d lost, the despair that at times was so sharp, so sudden, that it became hard to breathe. It was like a sickness that flowed through my veins.
right now, i’m slumped against the wall of the funeral home.
the overt despair about the place as i awaited the beginning of my mother’s service was too much to bear. the “comforting” smiles and handshakes weren’t doing anything to help my grief. my hands are shaking, the half-lit cigarette threatening to drop from my ghostly white fingers. smoke, tears, and sobs choke me. but, for some reason, they leave me alive, albeit barely.
Sad and depressing, this word shows the unseen emotion. It is a tragedy that cant be healed. When thinking of this word, it gives my stomach a twisted feeling. Misery, that’s a synonym it can best be related to. Its like a never ending tunnel that’s dark and twisting. A pit of emptiness.
despair. its what i feel most often
despair reminds me of the summer
the summer of 2010
lost of shit happened summer of 2010
lots of things i dont really want to talk about but i guess it would be okay if we did talk about them. who cares. i dont really know. i get really tense whenever i write something and i hate typing this because im a slower typer so idk how this is even going to be accurate. i should be playing guitar right now
im not truly sure but the first thing that pops up in my head is hope and despair. is this weird? i dont know.. i feel like i want to look up the word in the dictionary.. ok im not sure whats going on but this WEIRD.
Knowing she was going to die, a wrenching feeling of despair wormed its way through her stomach. She lie on the cold pavement, knowing that every breath could be her last. No way to ever tell her son and daughter that she loved them. No more hugging her husband. This must be what despair was like.
Despair is a feeling one should not feel. It’s hollow, empty, and erodes at the soul. Despair is an ugly emotion, gray and shapeless and without beauty. Despair is in all of us. You and me.
I am feels like I’m in despair, like I need a knight in shining armor to save me. I need balance, someone to love me and remind me that I am human and I deserve good things too. I’m in desperate need of something beautiful. I’m always in despair because I’m not good enough for myself. I can’t stand alone. I need someone to hold me up, someone who needs me to hold them up too. Someone who can save me and needs a little saving themselves…someone like you.
Despair. I know it better than anyone. Despair. That’s me. I’ve been living with it for hundreds of years. Despair. It has taken over my soul. Despair. I have diaries and diaries of stories about it. Despair. I love you.
Despair is an intense concept. How can we measure the real depth of despair? It seems impossible to feel so much emotion at once, to be so overcome…incredible. We humans are defined by our emotions. We need despair and grief just as much as we need joy and happiness.
despair. for some reason this reminds me of an adjective that would only be used in a musical or a play. normal people tend to shy away from this word, which is somewhat ridiculous. doesn’t “desperate” shoot off of this word? we seem to be pretty open when it comes to using that. who knows what it truly feels like to be in despair, anyway?
sadness. frustration. anger. worries. crying. tears. hate. sucky life. suicide. nothing to do about it. lost.
Oh how I can relate to despair. I feel despair for myself most of all. I am forever alone. In everything. I have no partner for the history project, no friends, and no significant other. All I want is to be loved, or even lusted for, but no, I can’t be.
It wasn’t like it was the first time that bubblegum had failed her. Once, it stuck in her hair in the third grade and she was cemented to the desk. Another time, she used it to seal a bong and instead ended up with smoke and water everywhere, a hellfire of brimstone in the backseat. But, now, this time it was too much. Katie spat out her gum and thought “Double bubble, never again. Adios, childhood.”
Why do people despair when they have no hope? Despair is a very now and not later type of thing= and you can’t despair in the past, just the present. Despair is the feeling you get when nothing is going right, and so nothing else will. That makes sense. But, in a way, you never know what’s going to happen next. Right?
that debilitating feeling in the pit of your stomach that just washes over you when you know there’s no way out, no other way, its just over, said and done
I think it’s cold, yeah that would be what it is; cold. I think it’s going to be okay but I thought that three weeks ago. It’s not going to be okay. I’m going to be stuck here forever and nothing is going to change. I’m going to be here in the cold. I wonder what death feels like, I assume it’s like this.
Despair filled the place to such a degree that any sort of light was lost in the darkness it owned. People walked without hope as its stench seeped into the soul.
up to my neck in despair, i cling onto any hope that maybe i’ll have the courage to leave him. it kills me to hurt him, i grow weak at the sight of his pain. as i struggle to stay afloat, i close my eyes and allow the current push me. when will i save myself from being his martyr?
it was once said that there is nothing darker than the deapths that someone will go to in order to keep from being alone. this is a troubling thing that cant be ignored.
I was filled with despair
i get lonely sometimes when i miss my family. i love my nephew and i miss him more every day. my family and i sometimes get in fights, but they are the people who know me the best. i miss them sooo much. especially when i lsiten to really good music, or when im by myself. i love my life so much, and my family is such a large part of that. :) visit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She put her head in her hands. As her fingers grabbed at her hair, her skin,the edges of her eyes,nose,lips,chin, curled around her neck, all she could feel was the slow draining of happiness. Every motion she made, every blink, ever THOUGHT ate away at the happiness she had felt for the last seven years. It tore at the dreams she had built, the comfort she had found, the steps she had taken at getting better. And, as she watched him walk away, all she could feel was the burning tears on her face, and the bitter taste of despair in her mouth.
Why did they take you?
Time took you; the old you, the one who laughed and smiled and cared deeply for me.
Time turned you into a replica of you who suddenly is indifferent to me.
Was I not good enough? Did I not change fast enough to meet those needs of yours?
You’ve wrecked me.
when you’ve never even been sad before
or maybe you’d never been happy before and this is just going home because this feeling is familiar
and you don’t know what to do, staring down at this animal
it’s only an animal
you’ve killed people and this dead animal that you didn’t even hurt is just –
I despaired. Why? Because I was going to die. There were two ways to go: off a cliff or into the swords. Why take life if I will die either way? Why kill innocents? They wouldn’t be evil until I kill them. I jumped.
Everyone has a moment when they’re sinking into despair.
However, for me, it feels as every day, my world seems to fade more and more into that monochrome. I can’t feel any emotion anymore after a while.
And so, I stare at the blank ceiling, wishing myself to somehow get out of this black hole. It’s near impossible, I say.
Reeling from the effects of the mint julep, Jensen reached for the door of the red phone booth to steady himself. To door folded in and he found himself staring at the boxy phone and the dull black keys. For a moment he stared, blurry-eyed as his mind focused on the white letters on the keys, D-E-S-P-A-I-R. Yeah, baby, I got your number, Jensen thought.
I guessed I missed you more than I thought I would.
I kept thinking, ‘Oh, you’ll be back and it’ll be fine and well again.’
But it wasn’t….it was like someone took you, the you I knew and loved, and replaced you with some stranger who was nothing like you, who was cold and indifferent to his best friend. Not warm, smiling, and openhearted. They took you; time took you.
Has time taken me away to?
Despair had been a lonely companion to her in her past. It overcame her sometimes out of nowhere, for seemingly no reason. It was unexplainable, and unfathomable. Finally, she started developing ways to overcome despair, not just on occasion, but whenever it arose, by replacing negative thoughts with positive ones as a first step out. Despair sucks.
I feel despair right now because I do not have a job, and because I miss New york. That is the simple truth. Depressing, but true. Next summer, I will fix this, and I will be much, much, much happier. Hopefully. I feel less despair than I did a year ago though, so that’s something.
i feel this a lot, too often perhaps for someone who does not have a whole lot to despair about. i think it’s a cosmic despair, because of humanity and the collective consciousness.
Despair is the blackness of the endless night in a foxhole, not knowing north from south. Despair is unknown, is being unknown to all. Even to God. It was a smothering blackness. Endless. No, this would end – it was not despair.
i felt my heart drop, as he said he didn’t want me in his life. i’ve never felt more hopeless, more lost, more unloved. the despair i felt cannot compair to anything i’ve ever felt before. i loved him, i trusted him, and he hurt me.
My heart, a black pool of despair. Bleeding blank pools of India Ink into the depths of eternity. Blackness, darkness, surrounding me. Death, a welcome repreive from the madness of my soul. Deep, down in the crevices of eternity. Speaking, loudly, whispering into the void. Questioning the meaning of everything.
feeling alone and bereft in this world, with nowhere to turn and no options. panic. fear. depression. but no rage. all energy left behind.
It crept into my mind while I was sleeping, when I wasn’t aware enough or strong enough to keep it at bay. Times when I couldn’t help but think about all that I’d lost, the despair that at times was so sharp, so sudden, that it became hard to breathe. It was like a sickness that flowed through my veins.
right now, i’m slumped against the wall of the funeral home.
the overt despair about the place as i awaited the beginning of my mother’s service was too much to bear. the “comforting” smiles and handshakes weren’t doing anything to help my grief. my hands are shaking, the half-lit cigarette threatening to drop from my ghostly white fingers. smoke, tears, and sobs choke me. but, for some reason, they leave me alive, albeit barely.
sad.
fuck.
depression. i’ve been there.
white walls
cold, salty food.
not like the movies
or TV
shows.
is gross
disturbing
empty.
get a lift.
Sad and depressing, this word shows the unseen emotion. It is a tragedy that cant be healed. When thinking of this word, it gives my stomach a twisted feeling. Misery, that’s a synonym it can best be related to. Its like a never ending tunnel that’s dark and twisting. A pit of emptiness.
I just feel like having fun tonight with this word so I’ll put despair of old socks on my hands and type with my…
despair. its what i feel most often
despair reminds me of the summer
the summer of 2010
lost of shit happened summer of 2010
lots of things i dont really want to talk about but i guess it would be okay if we did talk about them. who cares. i dont really know. i get really tense whenever i write something and i hate typing this because im a slower typer so idk how this is even going to be accurate. i should be playing guitar right now
im not truly sure but the first thing that pops up in my head is hope and despair. is this weird? i dont know.. i feel like i want to look up the word in the dictionary.. ok im not sure whats going on but this WEIRD.
Knowing she was going to die, a wrenching feeling of despair wormed its way through her stomach. She lie on the cold pavement, knowing that every breath could be her last. No way to ever tell her son and daughter that she loved them. No more hugging her husband. This must be what despair was like.
Despair is a feeling one should not feel. It’s hollow, empty, and erodes at the soul. Despair is an ugly emotion, gray and shapeless and without beauty. Despair is in all of us. You and me.
sadness. loss of hope. my life as of the moment. the loneliness. never ending. regret.
I am feels like I’m in despair, like I need a knight in shining armor to save me. I need balance, someone to love me and remind me that I am human and I deserve good things too. I’m in desperate need of something beautiful. I’m always in despair because I’m not good enough for myself. I can’t stand alone. I need someone to hold me up, someone who needs me to hold them up too. Someone who can save me and needs a little saving themselves…someone like you.
I like it.
Despair. I know it better than anyone. Despair. That’s me. I’ve been living with it for hundreds of years. Despair. It has taken over my soul. Despair. I have diaries and diaries of stories about it. Despair. I love you.
Despair is an intense concept. How can we measure the real depth of despair? It seems impossible to feel so much emotion at once, to be so overcome…incredible. We humans are defined by our emotions. We need despair and grief just as much as we need joy and happiness.
despair. for some reason this reminds me of an adjective that would only be used in a musical or a play. normal people tend to shy away from this word, which is somewhat ridiculous. doesn’t “desperate” shoot off of this word? we seem to be pretty open when it comes to using that. who knows what it truly feels like to be in despair, anyway?