I’m misunderstood alot. people think i’m stuck up when really i’m super shy and have zero selfconfidence. i don’t make friends easily. i stay with the ones i have and don’t dare to talk to anyone else. if your reading this give all the people you know like that a second chance. it hurts when people tell others that your stuck up when your not. thanks.
people do not listen near enough to what is truly being said. Everyone puts things through their own intentions, ideas, and perceptions and it all leads to people being misunderstood.
when one person doesn’t understand what you’re saying and takes your word in a completely wrong direction leading to hopefully something embarrassing or hilarious.
lack of communication, I wish i could be understood more I have to try harder to understand others it’s so frustrating to not be understood Mis overstood i haven’t met her yet it’s just a lack of willingness to be flexible in your communication i’m sure that everyone can achieve understanding if they are willing
I feel like i am often misunderstood. I misunderstand a lot of things. It’s like im in an alternate universe, like schizophrenia or somethign…it’s like i live in four different worlds, each of which im superiorly concious of. And it’s not like I’m crazy though…it’s like..it’s just confusing. I think too much. My words don’t make sense because they make too much sense.
Often have I been misunderstood….by people I just don’t understand…people who profess to care but hey once that misunderstanding happens the care is gone daddyu gone…cos they just don’t get it, and well thats fine, if they can’t understand what I’m all about well FUCK THEM I reckon….dumb fuckers
Misunderstood potential of capabilities get lost in the ambiguous abyss of the collective unconscious continuously swirling, mingling, manifesting into something larger something greater, than the individualistic concepts that brought this sea of the undetermined answers to existence. How can we understand that is never to be understood much less misunderstood. We are this ocean this swirling evolving abyss how can any one claim to understand. misguided explanations of divinity and higher powers are blasphemous in the name of the perfect unknown. We are a collection of the misunderstood, it is a shame to try to grasp this concept.
this is a word im familiar with. i am constantly misunderstood. people think im mean and ive gotten emo a couple times but im a nice funny person. i wish theyd take the time to get to know me before they judged.
always, always misunderstood. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried. All he wanted was to be loved. Didn’t they understand that when he folded their hands so tenderly after he killed them? When he brushed their hair, closed their eyes before he left?
He wanted them to be at peace. They no longer had to worry about where to live, what to wear, how they would eat. After all, they were only street people. He wanted to show them that someone cared after all.
He loved them, even if no one else did. That’s why he kept on risking his own safety, seeking them out, then taking them out of their misery.
there was no way i’d fall victim to that. so many immature asshole though they were so misunderstood. real tragedies, their lives we3re. that wasn’t going to be me. the only thing tragic about misunderstood youth is the self centered assholery. i understood exactly enough not to be one of them.
i dont know what your talkingabout. women and men. parents and children. managers and hourly paid workers. husband and wife. does anyone understand anyone…at all times….everyone misunderstands everyone
misunderstood by all of you
because you can’t see inside my mind
can’t feel the feelings that choke me
can’t hear the voices that whisper to me
can’t remember the times that haunt me
nobody knows
nobody cares
what makes me me
I’ve been misundrstood before. infact ive been misunderstood my entire ife. i’m a crazy fool who likes pigeons and banana skins on sunday mornings. i think thats why im understood by no one, except bob my therapist. I like Bob, he taught me how to jive.
I misunderstood my misunderstanding which made me right. Or perhaps I was wrong and lost sight of the thought that told me I was right. This is why I am left handed.
Is it really that bad to be misunderstood? Everyone that we remember from history was misunderstood. All genius is misunderstood because average minds cannot comprehend their thought and imagination.
Unrequitted lulla-lies, artificially sweetended with your bright blue eyes.
you ask me if it hurts.
Because it sure as hell does.
Because you dont understand
you dont understand i love you.
I was deeply in love and as such I wanted to do and say all of the things that would send that message to my beloved but to my great dismay I learned too late that I had been misunderstood. It wasn’t the first time this had happened with a true love so clearly I was the one at fault.
Misunderstood is what its like when your brain doesn’t quite work like everyone else’s when your thoughts tend to go in a direction slightly off-angle to everyone else and sometimes you wonder if their logic is a conspiracy, if they all really do come to the same comclusions or if they’re just faking it, they all got the answers in advance somehow and they’re laughing behind their hands at you.
I accidentally just looked up onword instead of oneword. I found my self staring at a page for a christian ministry. It told me how God loves me and how by following everything they tell me to do I will go to heaven. I think they misunderstood who they were talking to.
always, don’t quite know why. maybe my words are only clear in my head. when they hit the air they take on different meanings. people’s faces go blank, they cough or laugh nervously I don’t know what to say next
I did this yesterday! I’m misunderstanding why I have to do this same one AGAIN. Maybe it’s a sign. Is it a sign? Am I misunderstood? Am I misunderstanding? Well, today I certainly feel annoyed with people….maybe it’s just a misunderstanding. Maybe…but maybe it’s real. I feel pretty real about how lame they’re being. Arg.
evertime you walk down the street or meet someone for the first time… you are being misunderstood..they conceive false notions about you and your personality…everything about you is judged and assumed upon and there is nothing you can do about it.
She blinked over and over, blurring her dry contact covered eyes but the repeted refresh did nothing to hide the woman in front of her- naked, cold, beautiful, but aging.
people always talk about the loves of their lives–soulmates, if you will–and how they understand everything about each other. how they know each other inside and out.
but no one understands everything about another person. we are all misunderstood in some form or fashion, even by the people who love us most in the world.
misunderstood, we are all here stuck being misunderstood, 3 of us, alone in a classroom, a sub who wants to know and we three alone in being misunderstood. wanting more, wanting to do less, nothing adding up because we don’t understand, they dont understand, quite literally, no one understands.
he walked solemnly down the beaten path to the spot they were supposed to meet the strange tingling returned faintly to his mind and he couldn’t recall a stranger feeling had ever come over him perhaps it was the girl he was to meet.
I faced the classroom onece more after those yeas back when i never had the guts. I faced it. I faced him. The football star in all his moronic glory. i
Victoria inhaled and exhaled quickly. Her body was slowing down, her fists grew numb from tight clenching. She sighed to herself softly, as she looked at the pool of blood beside him. How could she have been so misunderstood?
i feel misunderstood all the time. im so lost between how people feel and what people choose to say or show that i get lost within my own intentions. to forget biases, mine and everyone elses would be truly awesome.
I’m misunderstood alot. people think i’m stuck up when really i’m super shy and have zero selfconfidence. i don’t make friends easily. i stay with the ones i have and don’t dare to talk to anyone else. if your reading this give all the people you know like that a second chance. it hurts when people tell others that your stuck up when your not. thanks.
people do not listen near enough to what is truly being said. Everyone puts things through their own intentions, ideas, and perceptions and it all leads to people being misunderstood.
when one person doesn’t understand what you’re saying and takes your word in a completely wrong direction leading to hopefully something embarrassing or hilarious.
lack of communication, I wish i could be understood more I have to try harder to understand others it’s so frustrating to not be understood Mis overstood i haven’t met her yet it’s just a lack of willingness to be flexible in your communication i’m sure that everyone can achieve understanding if they are willing
I feel like i am often misunderstood. I misunderstand a lot of things. It’s like im in an alternate universe, like schizophrenia or somethign…it’s like i live in four different worlds, each of which im superiorly concious of. And it’s not like I’m crazy though…it’s like..it’s just confusing. I think too much. My words don’t make sense because they make too much sense.
Not being identified with and know what the hell your are tlaking about. So shut the F*** up, crakah!
Ummm,…what? Do you mean I have to do something…what is it tell me
Often have I been misunderstood….by people I just don’t understand…people who profess to care but hey once that misunderstanding happens the care is gone daddyu gone…cos they just don’t get it, and well thats fine, if they can’t understand what I’m all about well FUCK THEM I reckon….dumb fuckers
Misunderstood potential of capabilities get lost in the ambiguous abyss of the collective unconscious continuously swirling, mingling, manifesting into something larger something greater, than the individualistic concepts that brought this sea of the undetermined answers to existence. How can we understand that is never to be understood much less misunderstood. We are this ocean this swirling evolving abyss how can any one claim to understand. misguided explanations of divinity and higher powers are blasphemous in the name of the perfect unknown. We are a collection of the misunderstood, it is a shame to try to grasp this concept.
this is a word im familiar with. i am constantly misunderstood. people think im mean and ive gotten emo a couple times but im a nice funny person. i wish theyd take the time to get to know me before they judged.
always, always misunderstood. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried. All he wanted was to be loved. Didn’t they understand that when he folded their hands so tenderly after he killed them? When he brushed their hair, closed their eyes before he left?
He wanted them to be at peace. They no longer had to worry about where to live, what to wear, how they would eat. After all, they were only street people. He wanted to show them that someone cared after all.
He loved them, even if no one else did. That’s why he kept on risking his own safety, seeking them out, then taking them out of their misery.
there was no way i’d fall victim to that. so many immature asshole though they were so misunderstood. real tragedies, their lives we3re. that wasn’t going to be me. the only thing tragic about misunderstood youth is the self centered assholery. i understood exactly enough not to be one of them.
i dont know what your talkingabout. women and men. parents and children. managers and hourly paid workers. husband and wife. does anyone understand anyone…at all times….everyone misunderstands everyone
misunderstood by all of you
because you can’t see inside my mind
can’t feel the feelings that choke me
can’t hear the voices that whisper to me
can’t remember the times that haunt me
nobody knows
nobody cares
what makes me me
I’ve been misundrstood before. infact ive been misunderstood my entire ife. i’m a crazy fool who likes pigeons and banana skins on sunday mornings. i think thats why im understood by no one, except bob my therapist. I like Bob, he taught me how to jive.
I misunderstood my misunderstanding which made me right. Or perhaps I was wrong and lost sight of the thought that told me I was right. This is why I am left handed.
Is it really that bad to be misunderstood? Everyone that we remember from history was misunderstood. All genius is misunderstood because average minds cannot comprehend their thought and imagination.
Unrequitted lulla-lies, artificially sweetended with your bright blue eyes.
you ask me if it hurts.
Because it sure as hell does.
Because you dont understand
you dont understand i love you.
I am very misunderstood. No one likes me, and I hate everyone. I hope you all just die!
I’m going to go cut myself now because everyone HATES me and I hate myself. FUCK YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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me, him, her, the universe it is all misunerstood. We stood there and had something to understand but couldn’t.
Holding on to it was not eacy but we could not do anything else – even if we didn’t understand a thing
I was deeply in love and as such I wanted to do and say all of the things that would send that message to my beloved but to my great dismay I learned too late that I had been misunderstood. It wasn’t the first time this had happened with a true love so clearly I was the one at fault.
Misunderstood is what its like when your brain doesn’t quite work like everyone else’s when your thoughts tend to go in a direction slightly off-angle to everyone else and sometimes you wonder if their logic is a conspiracy, if they all really do come to the same comclusions or if they’re just faking it, they all got the answers in advance somehow and they’re laughing behind their hands at you.
I accidentally just looked up onword instead of oneword. I found my self staring at a page for a christian ministry. It told me how God loves me and how by following everything they tell me to do I will go to heaven. I think they misunderstood who they were talking to.
always, don’t quite know why. maybe my words are only clear in my head. when they hit the air they take on different meanings. people’s faces go blank, they cough or laugh nervously I don’t know what to say next
I did this yesterday! I’m misunderstanding why I have to do this same one AGAIN. Maybe it’s a sign. Is it a sign? Am I misunderstood? Am I misunderstanding? Well, today I certainly feel annoyed with people….maybe it’s just a misunderstanding. Maybe…but maybe it’s real. I feel pretty real about how lame they’re being. Arg.
evertime you walk down the street or meet someone for the first time… you are being misunderstood..they conceive false notions about you and your personality…everything about you is judged and assumed upon and there is nothing you can do about it.
She blinked over and over, blurring her dry contact covered eyes but the repeted refresh did nothing to hide the woman in front of her- naked, cold, beautiful, but aging.
girls, teenagers, parents, kids, dogs, cats, animals, sad, depressed, alone, fearful, worried, upset
please don’t let me be misunderstood.
The state of not being known wherein one’s motives have been judge or misconstrued.
people always talk about the loves of their lives–soulmates, if you will–and how they understand everything about each other. how they know each other inside and out.
but no one understands everything about another person. we are all misunderstood in some form or fashion, even by the people who love us most in the world.
misunderstood, we are all here stuck being misunderstood, 3 of us, alone in a classroom, a sub who wants to know and we three alone in being misunderstood. wanting more, wanting to do less, nothing adding up because we don’t understand, they dont understand, quite literally, no one understands.
I missunderstood the star charts
and the horoscopes
and the tarrot cards.
I thought you might love me
And we might read the stars together.
But that as just a little bit of nonsense.
i have nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.
he walked solemnly down the beaten path to the spot they were supposed to meet the strange tingling returned faintly to his mind and he couldn’t recall a stranger feeling had ever come over him perhaps it was the girl he was to meet.
I faced the classroom onece more after those yeas back when i never had the guts. I faced it. I faced him. The football star in all his moronic glory. i
Victoria inhaled and exhaled quickly. Her body was slowing down, her fists grew numb from tight clenching. She sighed to herself softly, as she looked at the pool of blood beside him. How could she have been so misunderstood?
i feel misunderstood all the time. im so lost between how people feel and what people choose to say or show that i get lost within my own intentions. to forget biases, mine and everyone elses would be truly awesome.
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Someone doesnt understand what u say