I have a dilemma. My boyfriend is leaving and I will never see him again. I don’t want him to leave. But he seems happy to be leaving. But I love him and don’t know what to do.
After entering the coffee shop Denese got in quite the dilemma, not your average dilemma because there standing in line was her horrible ex-superhuman-boyfriend. It was a tragedy, but such is life.
The dilemma was that no matter how hard Evie worked, it never showed. She would re-stack a pike of books and the shelf would still look untouched, she’d try to be original when looking from a recipe, but it would taste no different. None of her work ever showed.
My dilemma has always been this. Do I stay, give love a chance, or stay on the sidelines in fear of failure? People tell me he doesn’t deserve a chance, but I know this feels right.
She was marrying a matador, and he was with the weather girl, a very clever girl who stood out amongst several ones. A terrible dilemma, and forever he’ll regret the day he didn’t make the rescue from the bull ring. Sulking won’t get you nowhere, son. There’s blood on your chin where you’ve bitten your tongue. Smitten but might not be smitten for long. If you’re still sitting she’ll soon be smitten and gone.
Ah dilemma, a single word that can describe so much about a person. We are all faced with them and its amazing how they, above anything else can define us. Though we try hard no to let them, we try not to fall victim to circumstance, we too often pull the tragedy lever and never fully come to grips with out situation, no matter how wonder or how fool hardy it may seem. We are nothing more then our choices, and in the immoral words of Sartre, this I too believe.
I’m at a dilemma. Do I tell her no or do I just pretend like I’m okay with this? This problem is bothering me. It eats away at me. It keeps me from sleep. It keeps me from peace. It’s killing me. What should I do? What should I do? What?
Dilemma. The word itself is a problem. What do we do with it? Should we say it or write it? What about the solution? It’s just like itself. Of course, with a bit of dill and a dash of wisdom from our dear friend Emma, I think it will be fine. Once, of course, she stops panicking!
The room slides into five different pieces, mirror slices falling to the ground. “You expect to decide that now?” I snap.
“It’s now or never. If you don’t decide, she dies, and you probably will too.”
“You’re all insane. Just completely-” The wall crunches under my fist.
I’m having several dilemmas right now. One’s creative – and I won’t go into it – but the other is about vanity and necessity. My face is all swollen and I have to go to school tomorrow. I can’t stand the though of everyone being able to see me like this. My friends making fun of me. Everyone looking at me and… seeing. You know, seeing me not at my best.
I have had the worst dilemma since the beginning of my time on earth, my actual birth. I can’t seem to understand my place or the meaning. But i know that if i just ignore it, i’ll get through. I mean at least i hope so, because it would suck if i didn’t.
I couldn’t figure out which sandwich I wanted more. The sandwich on the left was the key to the girl’s hear that I had been doting over for the last two months. I could tell by her look that she was willing to share it with me. But the sandwich on the right was the sandwich my great uncle used to make me when I was kid. The kind of sandwich from a guardian that would always be there. Always know which sandwich to choose.
You hear a wise, smokey voice speaking.
All my life I have waited for you.
And I remember the momentary dilemma
Our last moments
The tears streaming down my face
As you prayed you would never let me go.
Our hand-cuffed grip and the yellow reflecting
From the wide dusty lot.
Blonde curls sticking to your tall royal uniform.
Our last kiss,
The death spreading amongst my limbs
like a rumor.
Your face behind the glass
As if I had never been there at all.
I find myself dealing with problems that only I bring to myself I can only blame me because I could have avoided each and every one of them if only I would have thought
i saw a movie once that was called the dilemma i havent seen the movie but i heard it was really good oh wait i did see the movie and there was a hot guy in the movie oh jeez he was so sexy i would love to meat him in person the movie was rated i think rated p g or smething like that i dont know what else to say about the deliemma except that its kind of diffrent.
I love you and I need you Nelly I love you I do need you
No matter what I do, all I think about is you, even when I’m with my boo, oooh you know I’m crazy over you. No matter what I dooooo alll I think about is you even when I’m with my boooooh oh you know I’m crazy over you.
Her dilemma was that he was already dead, but prom was still on Saturday. There was the problem of the money she had spent on the perfect dress, the perfect nails, the perfect hair. None of it could be refunded this close to prom, so she decided to resurrect him but for the evening, no matter the effort it would require.
dilemmas are everywhere!
dilemmas is a hard word to type sometimes
not everyone actually knows what dilemma means
that is a dilemma in itself
the fact that I only have sixty seconds to write about dilemma is a dilemma
I thin knelly wrote a song named dilemma
just reading that word brings back memories of frustratingly not-true love, and the problems that came with it. i often wonder, think back to those days, contemplate what i would’ve done differently. nearly always, the conclusion i come to: everything.
A dilema is a problem or situation that is bad that you are faced with. It can be looked at either way depending on the optimism or pestimic behavior you have…
im in a dilemma and i dont know how to get out it keeps coming so close to ending but then it takes a million steps back and im okay with it because its stilll closer than yestreday and tomorrow will bring me even closer than today.
Ich weiß etwas, das eine Freundschaft verändern könnte. Oder handelt es sich überhaupt um eine Freundschaft, wenn das einfach nur … nebeneinander hergelebe ist ohne das man sich was erzählt? Ich meine, ich weiß .. aber vielleicht sind wir eifnach nur solche Egomanen, dass es keine Rolle spielt. Vielleicht. Ich meine, würde es etwas ändern, wenn ich ihr erzählte, was ich glaube zhu wissen? Möglicherweise… Aber vielleicht bin ich auch einfach paranoid.
It’s a problem. A problem you can or cannot solve. That is up to you. Can you solve it? It’s when something get in the way of what you want. How bad do you want it you ask yourself? Just go for it. Don’t give up.
If I never have to make a decision again, I think I’d be happier for it. Whether to love or to leave is always the question, but never the answer. Don’t tell me what to do though. I won’t appreciate it. L
Dilemma… everyone seems to have some sort of dilemma these days. What if the dilemma was that they thought they had one? What if there was really no such thing and it was just something you were buying into?
When you have a dilemma, you shouldn’t just give up. You shouldn’t rest your case. However, you can rest your case with God, and work at solving it. All the while, believing that whatever the outcome is, it is what God thought was best. It isn’t giving up, but it’s believing that there is purpose in everything He does.
Buckle bold, the rim of his Stetson
an edge of polished dust
Circled his brow, an orbit of spit
and grunt and hunting deer for dinner
all the way back to the gun in his hand
the storekeeper eyes darting from wife
to child to wife to child
dilemma. i get stuck with these day in, and day out. decisions, choices. i never know what to do. my mind speeds up, slows back down, and i end up flipping a coin. choosing a number one through ten. my dilemma’s, they get left to chance.
I am in a dilemma. A puzzle, a mystery, a pickle, a trap. Stuck. There is a way out. Of course there is, there has to be. It’s no fun if there’s no way out. But… I can’t find the way out. It’s too complicated for me to work it out. What should I do?
Dilemma. I stared at the word, my mind blank. My time was dwindling down quickly, but I had no clue what to write. Did I have dilemmas? Yes. Did I know what to write about them to inspire others? Absolutely not.
Dilemma. To some, it might suggest triviality – choosing the right pair of shoes, for example. For others, the word cuts deeper. To their deepest problems.
I have a dilemma. My boyfriend is leaving and I will never see him again. I don’t want him to leave. But he seems happy to be leaving. But I love him and don’t know what to do.
After entering the coffee shop Denese got in quite the dilemma, not your average dilemma because there standing in line was her horrible ex-superhuman-boyfriend. It was a tragedy, but such is life.
The dilemma was that no matter how hard Evie worked, it never showed. She would re-stack a pike of books and the shelf would still look untouched, she’d try to be original when looking from a recipe, but it would taste no different. None of her work ever showed.
My dilemma has always been this. Do I stay, give love a chance, or stay on the sidelines in fear of failure? People tell me he doesn’t deserve a chance, but I know this feels right.
She was marrying a matador, and he was with the weather girl, a very clever girl who stood out amongst several ones. A terrible dilemma, and forever he’ll regret the day he didn’t make the rescue from the bull ring. Sulking won’t get you nowhere, son. There’s blood on your chin where you’ve bitten your tongue. Smitten but might not be smitten for long. If you’re still sitting she’ll soon be smitten and gone.
Ah dilemma, a single word that can describe so much about a person. We are all faced with them and its amazing how they, above anything else can define us. Though we try hard no to let them, we try not to fall victim to circumstance, we too often pull the tragedy lever and never fully come to grips with out situation, no matter how wonder or how fool hardy it may seem. We are nothing more then our choices, and in the immoral words of Sartre, this I too believe.
I’m at a dilemma. Do I tell her no or do I just pretend like I’m okay with this? This problem is bothering me. It eats away at me. It keeps me from sleep. It keeps me from peace. It’s killing me. What should I do? What should I do? What?
Dilemma. The word itself is a problem. What do we do with it? Should we say it or write it? What about the solution? It’s just like itself. Of course, with a bit of dill and a dash of wisdom from our dear friend Emma, I think it will be fine. Once, of course, she stops panicking!
The room slides into five different pieces, mirror slices falling to the ground. “You expect to decide that now?” I snap.
“It’s now or never. If you don’t decide, she dies, and you probably will too.”
“You’re all insane. Just completely-” The wall crunches under my fist.
I’m having several dilemmas right now. One’s creative – and I won’t go into it – but the other is about vanity and necessity. My face is all swollen and I have to go to school tomorrow. I can’t stand the though of everyone being able to see me like this. My friends making fun of me. Everyone looking at me and… seeing. You know, seeing me not at my best.
She’s been in a dilemma like this before. Chocolate or peanut butter, peanutbutter or chocolate
The girl reached the candy counter and smiled as she said, “Reeses”.
I have had the worst dilemma since the beginning of my time on earth, my actual birth. I can’t seem to understand my place or the meaning. But i know that if i just ignore it, i’ll get through. I mean at least i hope so, because it would suck if i didn’t.
I couldn’t figure out which sandwich I wanted more. The sandwich on the left was the key to the girl’s hear that I had been doting over for the last two months. I could tell by her look that she was willing to share it with me. But the sandwich on the right was the sandwich my great uncle used to make me when I was kid. The kind of sandwich from a guardian that would always be there. Always know which sandwich to choose.
fucking hard man what to do i don’t know really, we can either choose to solve it or choose not to.
the choice is ours.
is it?
ours?
but that’s the dilemma in the end isn’t it?
Don’t we all think this way,
sometimes,
more than others.
How much do we really think about it?
That’s the dilemma.
Trouble Problimatic Delay
You hear a wise, smokey voice speaking.
All my life I have waited for you.
And I remember the momentary dilemma
Our last moments
The tears streaming down my face
As you prayed you would never let me go.
Our hand-cuffed grip and the yellow reflecting
From the wide dusty lot.
Blonde curls sticking to your tall royal uniform.
Our last kiss,
The death spreading amongst my limbs
like a rumor.
Your face behind the glass
As if I had never been there at all.
I find myself dealing with problems that only I bring to myself I can only blame me because I could have avoided each and every one of them if only I would have thought
i saw a movie once that was called the dilemma i havent seen the movie but i heard it was really good oh wait i did see the movie and there was a hot guy in the movie oh jeez he was so sexy i would love to meat him in person the movie was rated i think rated p g or smething like that i dont know what else to say about the deliemma except that its kind of diffrent.
I love you and I need you Nelly I love you I do need you
No matter what I do, all I think about is you, even when I’m with my boo, oooh you know I’m crazy over you. No matter what I dooooo alll I think about is you even when I’m with my boooooh oh you know I’m crazy over you.
Her dilemma was that he was already dead, but prom was still on Saturday. There was the problem of the money she had spent on the perfect dress, the perfect nails, the perfect hair. None of it could be refunded this close to prom, so she decided to resurrect him but for the evening, no matter the effort it would require.
My name is Emma. Some people call me dilemma, because I’m always getting in a pickle!
dilemmas are everywhere!
dilemmas is a hard word to type sometimes
not everyone actually knows what dilemma means
that is a dilemma in itself
the fact that I only have sixty seconds to write about dilemma is a dilemma
I thin knelly wrote a song named dilemma
This dilemma I find is all the more aggravating because I chose it for myself even though that isn’t how I feel about now.
to be
or not to be
that is the question
or is it an answer
?
The dull dilemma drains the drone’s drive.
just reading that word brings back memories of frustratingly not-true love, and the problems that came with it. i often wonder, think back to those days, contemplate what i would’ve done differently. nearly always, the conclusion i come to: everything.
drama. chicks always have them. to be in a pickle. what to choose. always on your brain.
A dilema is a problem or situation that is bad that you are faced with. It can be looked at either way depending on the optimism or pestimic behavior you have…
im in a dilemma and i dont know how to get out it keeps coming so close to ending but then it takes a million steps back and im okay with it because its stilll closer than yestreday and tomorrow will bring me even closer than today.
Ich weiß etwas, das eine Freundschaft verändern könnte. Oder handelt es sich überhaupt um eine Freundschaft, wenn das einfach nur … nebeneinander hergelebe ist ohne das man sich was erzählt? Ich meine, ich weiß .. aber vielleicht sind wir eifnach nur solche Egomanen, dass es keine Rolle spielt. Vielleicht. Ich meine, würde es etwas ändern, wenn ich ihr erzählte, was ich glaube zhu wissen? Möglicherweise… Aber vielleicht bin ich auch einfach paranoid.
something that can really annoys you… and brings personal problems, like: wave or curly hair? or: break up or make up with him?
It’s a problem. A problem you can or cannot solve. That is up to you. Can you solve it? It’s when something get in the way of what you want. How bad do you want it you ask yourself? Just go for it. Don’t give up.
If I never have to make a decision again, I think I’d be happier for it. Whether to love or to leave is always the question, but never the answer. Don’t tell me what to do though. I won’t appreciate it. L
Dilemma… everyone seems to have some sort of dilemma these days. What if the dilemma was that they thought they had one? What if there was really no such thing and it was just something you were buying into?
When you have a dilemma, you shouldn’t just give up. You shouldn’t rest your case. However, you can rest your case with God, and work at solving it. All the while, believing that whatever the outcome is, it is what God thought was best. It isn’t giving up, but it’s believing that there is purpose in everything He does.
Buckle bold, the rim of his Stetson
an edge of polished dust
Circled his brow, an orbit of spit
and grunt and hunting deer for dinner
all the way back to the gun in his hand
the storekeeper eyes darting from wife
to child to wife to child
dilemma. i get stuck with these day in, and day out. decisions, choices. i never know what to do. my mind speeds up, slows back down, and i end up flipping a coin. choosing a number one through ten. my dilemma’s, they get left to chance.
I am in a dilemma. A puzzle, a mystery, a pickle, a trap. Stuck. There is a way out. Of course there is, there has to be. It’s no fun if there’s no way out. But… I can’t find the way out. It’s too complicated for me to work it out. What should I do?
Dilemma. I stared at the word, my mind blank. My time was dwindling down quickly, but I had no clue what to write. Did I have dilemmas? Yes. Did I know what to write about them to inspire others? Absolutely not.
Dilemma. To some, it might suggest triviality – choosing the right pair of shoes, for example. For others, the word cuts deeper. To their deepest problems.