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I can’t believe you aren’t talking to me. You’re destroying me an I can’t stand it because you said you loved me. But you lied, I think, and i’m mad at you for all the things we just don’t say. I hate it. I hate this distance. Physically and emotionally, it’s cutting me apart
By Carrie on 09.04.2010
they had talked about this before, over and over again. talking in circles and never getting anywhere. why did she still put up with this? why did she keep having this same conversation with him, thinking he would change? She was slowly realizing he never would and she was just wasting her time on someone with so much potential but no real attempt at using it.
By Delilah URL on 09.04.2010
It sounds wrong to discuss the word dicuss. In fact, simply thinking about the word dicuss is willing to give you a concussion. Cuss all you want; there’s simply no way to discuss dicuss without pondering: What does this word mean?
By Dave on 09.04.2010
“I don’t want to-”
“We should talk about this-”
“I think it would be better if we just let it-”
“Go on, then. We’re waiting.”
By poprika URL on 09.04.2010
to discuss? Discourse. Find someone and have a conversation: this is how discussion happens.
By Paige Murray on 09.04.2010
in your anonymous rantings[if it is you] you say that you love me and that i left you hanging when i told you that i love you/let’s discuss this;in person,all you ever do is put me down in front of our friends trying to impress them…i guess…if you have told me once..that’s once..that you loved me,i would have ran away with you-if you asked-or just praised you and been your best friend forever..it’s been too long not even knowing it’s you
By 2 B Named Later URL on 09.04.2010
This word makes me think of school, and therefore I will not write about it in any great detail.
By Hannahem URL on 09.04.2010
They were discussing the matter with no more dignity and grace than was to be expected from such a group. Greg watched from the sidelines, amused and slightly disgusted at the way they slandered the name of one of his old friends, yet helpless to stop it.
By Bethany URL on 09.04.2010
I wish I had a chance
To sit down with you
To discuss why I’m afraid.
I wish I could tell you
That it’s not you
I swear it isn’t
But I’m so afraid
I might do
To change you.
You are so innocent
And I don’t want to taint that
With the black cancer
That is my presence.
But the fearful
Prey on the innocent
Because they don’t know to run away.
Why don’t you run away?
By Kathryn URL on 09.04.2010
We haven’t talked about it in forever. I don’t know why we don’t, It may be the fact you hate me. Oh well, bitches be hating.
By Filip Belka URL on 09.04.2010
The discussion was one that she did not want to have. He could tell that by the way her arms crossed obstinately across her chest and her eyes avoided his. However, there was little that he could do to put it off. The woman needed discipline and after this latest display he could no longer ignore it. He wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled, to make her listen to him, but that would be counterproductive.
By Mairead McParsis URL on 09.04.2010
i want to talk about all the things that bother me in one sitting.
I want to think about all the things that me want to drive away.
I want to discuss the possibilities;
By miranda on 09.04.2010
Dicuss makes me think of of a dissection of a discussion. I picture flaying open your words with a scalpel and putting little pieces of them into jars of formaldehyde.
By Pandy Fackler URL on 09.04.2010
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.