I’m not entirely sure what it meant when I was told the first time. It wasn’t until I realized how reluctant I was to use the phrase myself that I noticed just how potent it really was. Three words that can make or break a human beings psyche have no business being loosy thrown around in way. Maybe it was the pressure that got to me, it was my guilt for not having that gut feeling that urged me to say the words that inevitably made me say them. After I uttered them the first time I felt like I was lying, I knew I was just mouthing empty words but even as obvious as it was, somehow they held weight to his ears. Guilt eats at me still, through the years, through that relationship that failed , through the many others. I had said it once and his addiction to them grew, as did mine. I couldn’t stop saying them and neither could he and even though at first the words meant nothing, I soon began to believe them. Years later, I can’t trust those words. I see through them, the feathery weight is so light on my ears and heavy on my heart. I hear the words and feel nothing becasue I know its just something to say. By saying those words I ruined my ability to trust them, I have no faith in “I love you” anymore, and I have no one to blame but myself. I guess that’s why they tell us “say what you mean and mean what you say”.
oh my god. my roomate chris is sooooo mean. but he is just mean becuase he feels incomplete and he feels some false sense of fufillment when he gets areaction from bothering people that are in a happy state. i know that life is not fair and i am too awesome for the mean.. they are waiting to attack. and i am not afriad- still i go outside and i play and have FUN
“I didn’t think that when I arrived in Monteagle everything would be so green! I mean truly, truly green. Rainforest shit. And the sky, the color of the sky, the way the streetlights managed to light up the leaves from above so that when I saw them from beneath it made it look like tiny gnomes were jumping from them. That was when I knew.”
it’s terrible and horrible and effects a person more than you ever realise but what you have to know is that some people don’t know they’re doing it or how it effects people it just happens and then they’re left with this label that their mean and that their a bitch and that they’re a horrible person and they can’t do anything about it but stick with it because that is what they are forever.
the child with so much thinks their parents are so mean to say she can’t stay out past 3am
the child with so much thinks their parents are so mean to say he can’t have it all her way
the child with so little thinks the world is so mean to have given her so little
Mean can mean so many things. Like cyber bullying, or bullying face to face. it’s not a good thing at all. mean is an emotion others use to put people down whether its to make themselves feel better, or if they just get enjoyment out of doing it.
This website is very mean because the timer started before I was even looking at the page. i really on ly had like 30 secoonds to write this and thats why it suck major anus. Meany!
I’m not entirely sure what it meant when I was told the first time. It wasn’t until I realized how reluctant I was to use the phrase myself that I noticed just how potent it really was. Three words that can make or break a human beings psyche have no business being loosy thrown around in way. Maybe it was the pressure that got to me, it was my guilt for not having that gut feeling that urged me to say the words that inevitably made me say them. After I uttered them the first time I felt like I was lying, I knew I was just mouthing empty words but even as obvious as it was, somehow they held weight to his ears. Guilt eats at me still, through the years, through that relationship that failed , through the many others. I had said it once and his addiction to them grew, as did mine. I couldn’t stop saying them and neither could he and even though at first the words meant nothing, I soon began to believe them. Years later, I can’t trust those words. I see through them, the feathery weight is so light on my ears and heavy on my heart. I hear the words and feel nothing becasue I know its just something to say. By saying those words I ruined my ability to trust them, I have no faith in “I love you” anymore, and I have no one to blame but myself. I guess that’s why they tell us “say what you mean and mean what you say”.
Does this exercise mean anything to me? I’m not sure. I suppose writing prompts like this are good because they make me type, but do I even have anything to say? Some people write until they pass out. And still have stories to tell. Me? I’m still trying to find my voice, my meaning.
Mean is how I can get sometimes. No one really sees it. I can be such a sweetheart most days, but when I’m mean, I am cruel. That’s why I don’t like myself some days, it’s because it’s the day I’m not a sweetheart. It’s the day when I just pick on people because I want to, who does that?
i didint knew what was happening, i didint uderstood what she ment with that, as if she was saying she loves me, but the next day, when i talked to her, she rejected me
Mean. Meaning? What does it mean? Mean means rude, curt.
The days have been mean to me recently.
What an irony, because I find it to be without meaning nowadays.
Don’t seem to know why the clocks are ticking, why my heart’s still yearning.
you are mean! a mean meany!!! you are in the mean of mean. quit being mean to your sister! quit being mean to your brother! quit being mean to your cat. mean mean mean mean!!!!!
Your words sting like nothing else. Bitter. Resentment. I feel it bubble up. Choking me. I was so strong, yet those words cut me down. You were supposed to love me. You are mean and you don’t even mean to. Hah. How rude, how much I gave to you. and you don’t even mind. Can’t you feel me drowning? I loved you, gave it all. And you threw me away like I was trash. I am drowning.
the world is mean. the world can be mean. the world has been mean. the world will be mean. mean is perspective. mean is the present, and mean is the past. mean will last and mean will fade. mean will will always change.
What does it mean to be human? Is it mortality? Is it morality? I suppose it’s really neither. I asked myself this same question when confronted by The Beast. No, not the furry blue fictional character. The flaming daemon of smoke and brimstone. His offer was life. Eternal? Perhaps. I guess I’ll just have to find out.
Some people in this word are just plain mean. They liike the feeling of being superior and that’s only when they get to step on people. I mean, nice people, don’t do that do they? I sometimes wonder if I’m a mean person, becasuse, I, too, at times will feel offended and say something mean to them to make them feel bad. Is it mean? or is it just being defensive?
Mean. I think about meanings all the time. The obvious connotation that would come from seeing the word would be bullies, that bitch in middle school or your third grade teacher, but not me. I think of meanings. What do I mean to people? What do they mean to me?
People don’t understand how mean they are sometimes. They just say mean things to feel good about themselves and they grow up thinking it was okay because no one stands up to them and says anything about it. People need to stand up to mean people to stop the prejudice.
Well thats depends what type of mean are they on about? is it the mathematical meaning of the word mean or average? Is it the word to decribe how someone is acting towards someone else?
i think that when people are mean its really bad because god hates mean people. I also think that meangirls is a wonderful movie and that it meant alot to the american socitty on how it pertrayed the normal teenage world. I think its important to mean what you say because when you dont bad things will happen.
That weird, obnoxious, kid that sits in the back of the classroom and makes fun of the gay guy. Its not cool. Don’t kick animals. Don’t kick rocks. Don’t kick humans. It’s mean
everyone is mean, judgmental, hard on themselves. to an extent, some more than others. why? we all want to be better. its humane, its natural. the people who push themselves harder everyday, for themselves, are the ones who improve.
Average. Cruel. Why are people mean? I’ve been mean before and I hate myself for it. Nasty words and cruel names with sewage-waste mouths of contempt and disgrace. Angry faces and knives in side, twisting them and laughing. People are mean to each other and it tears us apart, Lisa. Tears us apart.
when my boyfriend tells me he cannot love me the way i love him, even when my sister might die. when no one acknowledges the effort i put into each and every person. when my mother calls me selfish.
what does “mean” mean? is it the partial title of a very successful movie about horridly awful girls? or does it go back to math, as in, “average?” i don’t really know. all i know is that “mean” means business, whether in school or friendship.
We had a fight not long before Shiloh drowned. I didn’t mean what I said. Not any of it. When she visits me now, she tells me she knows, but I still feel guilty.
dog
mean dog
that mean dog
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that is one mean dog
that is one mean ass dog
doggy dog
dogs gunna dog
taylor swift song. people who are mean. girls who are snotty are mean and sometimes hurt other peoples feelings. I really wish i was at the taylor swift concert right now listening to her sing the song mean, and singing along, but that is okay because I will be able to go to the concert in novermber. mean people are mean because they aren’t nice
i mean what do you think about that i have a house a car a cat of something that valuable no for some reason but for all the reasons i dont have time to think.
I know this girl named Shauna and she is really mean. I think she is mostly jelous of the relationship I have with my ex. But last night I was at a party with her and she acted like everything was good between us. I hate when girls do this its mean!
The people that are very rude and i don’t really like are this word. They are rude, and usually FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Meaning one thing is different to conveying one thing. Sometimes the surface detail matters, sometimes not. More to the point, what colour is the sun when it’s too bright to see? Words breed words but silence breeds thought.
I’m not entirely sure what it meant when I was told the first time. It wasn’t until I realized how reluctant I was to use the phrase myself that I noticed just how potent it really was. Three words that can make or break a human beings psyche have no business being loosy thrown around in way. Maybe it was the pressure that got to me, it was my guilt for not having that gut feeling that urged me to say the words that inevitably made me say them. After I uttered them the first time I felt like I was lying, I knew I was just mouthing empty words but even as obvious as it was, somehow they held weight to his ears. Guilt eats at me still, through the years, through that relationship that failed , through the many others. I had said it once and his addiction to them grew, as did mine. I couldn’t stop saying them and neither could he and even though at first the words meant nothing, I soon began to believe them. Years later, I can’t trust those words. I see through them, the feathery weight is so light on my ears and heavy on my heart. I hear the words and feel nothing becasue I know its just something to say. By saying those words I ruined my ability to trust them, I have no faith in “I love you” anymore, and I have no one to blame but myself. I guess that’s why they tell us “say what you mean and mean what you say”.
oh my god. my roomate chris is sooooo mean. but he is just mean becuase he feels incomplete and he feels some false sense of fufillment when he gets areaction from bothering people that are in a happy state. i know that life is not fair and i am too awesome for the mean.. they are waiting to attack. and i am not afriad- still i go outside and i play and have FUN
“I didn’t think that when I arrived in Monteagle everything would be so green! I mean truly, truly green. Rainforest shit. And the sky, the color of the sky, the way the streetlights managed to light up the leaves from above so that when I saw them from beneath it made it look like tiny gnomes were jumping from them. That was when I knew.”
it’s terrible and horrible and effects a person more than you ever realise but what you have to know is that some people don’t know they’re doing it or how it effects people it just happens and then they’re left with this label that their mean and that their a bitch and that they’re a horrible person and they can’t do anything about it but stick with it because that is what they are forever.
the child with so much thinks their parents are so mean to say she can’t stay out past 3am
the child with so much thinks their parents are so mean to say he can’t have it all her way
the child with so little thinks the world is so mean to have given her so little
Taylor Swift! . . . God, I hate myself right now.
I cant even begin to explain what you mean to me. I hope I never lose you.
Mean can mean so many things. Like cyber bullying, or bullying face to face. it’s not a good thing at all. mean is an emotion others use to put people down whether its to make themselves feel better, or if they just get enjoyment out of doing it.
This website is very mean because the timer started before I was even looking at the page. i really on ly had like 30 secoonds to write this and thats why it suck major anus. Meany!
I’m not entirely sure what it meant when I was told the first time. It wasn’t until I realized how reluctant I was to use the phrase myself that I noticed just how potent it really was. Three words that can make or break a human beings psyche have no business being loosy thrown around in way. Maybe it was the pressure that got to me, it was my guilt for not having that gut feeling that urged me to say the words that inevitably made me say them. After I uttered them the first time I felt like I was lying, I knew I was just mouthing empty words but even as obvious as it was, somehow they held weight to his ears. Guilt eats at me still, through the years, through that relationship that failed , through the many others. I had said it once and his addiction to them grew, as did mine. I couldn’t stop saying them and neither could he and even though at first the words meant nothing, I soon began to believe them. Years later, I can’t trust those words. I see through them, the feathery weight is so light on my ears and heavy on my heart. I hear the words and feel nothing becasue I know its just something to say. By saying those words I ruined my ability to trust them, I have no faith in “I love you” anymore, and I have no one to blame but myself. I guess that’s why they tell us “say what you mean and mean what you say”.
Does this exercise mean anything to me? I’m not sure. I suppose writing prompts like this are good because they make me type, but do I even have anything to say? Some people write until they pass out. And still have stories to tell. Me? I’m still trying to find my voice, my meaning.
Mean is how I can get sometimes. No one really sees it. I can be such a sweetheart most days, but when I’m mean, I am cruel. That’s why I don’t like myself some days, it’s because it’s the day I’m not a sweetheart. It’s the day when I just pick on people because I want to, who does that?
i didint knew what was happening, i didint uderstood what she ment with that, as if she was saying she loves me, but the next day, when i talked to her, she rejected me
some day, i’ll be, livin in a big ol’ city…and all your ever gunna be is mean..
I remember when I was younger, still in high school, they always made us watch “Mean Girls”.
The more I think about it, the more I realize, that is nothing like real life.
Yes, real life is mean. And yes all of it is difficult.
But real life is so much more than I ever thought it would be in the tiny capsule of high school.
Mean. Meaning? What does it mean? Mean means rude, curt.
The days have been mean to me recently.
What an irony, because I find it to be without meaning nowadays.
Don’t seem to know why the clocks are ticking, why my heart’s still yearning.
you are mean! a mean meany!!! you are in the mean of mean. quit being mean to your sister! quit being mean to your brother! quit being mean to your cat. mean mean mean mean!!!!!
Your words sting like nothing else. Bitter. Resentment. I feel it bubble up. Choking me. I was so strong, yet those words cut me down. You were supposed to love me. You are mean and you don’t even mean to. Hah. How rude, how much I gave to you. and you don’t even mind. Can’t you feel me drowning? I loved you, gave it all. And you threw me away like I was trash. I am drowning.
the world is mean. the world can be mean. the world has been mean. the world will be mean. mean is perspective. mean is the present, and mean is the past. mean will last and mean will fade. mean will will always change.
What does it mean to be human? Is it mortality? Is it morality? I suppose it’s really neither. I asked myself this same question when confronted by The Beast. No, not the furry blue fictional character. The flaming daemon of smoke and brimstone. His offer was life. Eternal? Perhaps. I guess I’ll just have to find out.
Mean. Liam is Mean (as in Mad).
What else is there to write about Mean?
*SIGH*
Some people in this word are just plain mean. They liike the feeling of being superior and that’s only when they get to step on people. I mean, nice people, don’t do that do they? I sometimes wonder if I’m a mean person, becasuse, I, too, at times will feel offended and say something mean to them to make them feel bad. Is it mean? or is it just being defensive?
Mean. I think about meanings all the time. The obvious connotation that would come from seeing the word would be bullies, that bitch in middle school or your third grade teacher, but not me. I think of meanings. What do I mean to people? What do they mean to me?
People don’t understand how mean they are sometimes. They just say mean things to feel good about themselves and they grow up thinking it was okay because no one stands up to them and says anything about it. People need to stand up to mean people to stop the prejudice.
Well thats depends what type of mean are they on about? is it the mathematical meaning of the word mean or average? Is it the word to decribe how someone is acting towards someone else?
You stare evily poking me with one of your meaty fingers. “Your face is ugly.”
I cry and cry but you don’t stop. I feel empty inside and all alone.
i think that when people are mean its really bad because god hates mean people. I also think that meangirls is a wonderful movie and that it meant alot to the american socitty on how it pertrayed the normal teenage world. I think its important to mean what you say because when you dont bad things will happen.
That weird, obnoxious, kid that sits in the back of the classroom and makes fun of the gay guy. Its not cool. Don’t kick animals. Don’t kick rocks. Don’t kick humans. It’s mean
everyone is mean, judgmental, hard on themselves. to an extent, some more than others. why? we all want to be better. its humane, its natural. the people who push themselves harder everyday, for themselves, are the ones who improve.
Average. Cruel. Why are people mean? I’ve been mean before and I hate myself for it. Nasty words and cruel names with sewage-waste mouths of contempt and disgrace. Angry faces and knives in side, twisting them and laughing. People are mean to each other and it tears us apart, Lisa. Tears us apart.
when my boyfriend tells me he cannot love me the way i love him, even when my sister might die. when no one acknowledges the effort i put into each and every person. when my mother calls me selfish.
is the difference of who you are: lots of friends, great friends, how u see ur life, and more. Weather you are or are not “mean” determains ur life.
what does “mean” mean? is it the partial title of a very successful movie about horridly awful girls? or does it go back to math, as in, “average?” i don’t really know. all i know is that “mean” means business, whether in school or friendship.
We had a fight not long before Shiloh drowned. I didn’t mean what I said. Not any of it. When she visits me now, she tells me she knows, but I still feel guilty.
dog
mean dog
that mean dog
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that is one mean dog
that is one mean ass dog
doggy dog
dogs gunna dog
taylor swift song. people who are mean. girls who are snotty are mean and sometimes hurt other peoples feelings. I really wish i was at the taylor swift concert right now listening to her sing the song mean, and singing along, but that is okay because I will be able to go to the concert in novermber. mean people are mean because they aren’t nice
i mean what do you think about that i have a house a car a cat of something that valuable no for some reason but for all the reasons i dont have time to think.
I know this girl named Shauna and she is really mean. I think she is mostly jelous of the relationship I have with my ex. But last night I was at a party with her and she acted like everything was good between us. I hate when girls do this its mean!
The people that are very rude and i don’t really like are this word. They are rude, and usually FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Meaning one thing is different to conveying one thing. Sometimes the surface detail matters, sometimes not. More to the point, what colour is the sun when it’s too bright to see? Words breed words but silence breeds thought.