Too much money yesterday. Am in an awful state with money. Wake up in the middle of the night over the money that I spent. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I am trying not to spend so much. I am spent all the time because I work all the time.
I spent most of my holiday rolling in bed cuddling my stuffed animals, occasionally doodling on scraps of paper and snacking on whatever is on hand. I don’t have to think of anything. It makes me quite happy.
the time i spent with you was the happiest in my life. I wolud give anything to go back to it. but itme never comes back for anyone. and you are gone in the shadows of the night.
When does the week end? When you lay down spent?
I asked my self one night only to be disappointed next month
A rhyme in a bunch, its denial took me with a punch
knocked down and defeated
I wondered if I’d ever submit anything ever again.
Two years I have spent or rather wasted because I was not brave enough to listen to my heart. But along the road I have passed, there is always lessons and failures.
I have spent 16 years living in a hopeless small country. I have spent my whole life with people who didn’t understand me. Now that I turned 18 I have some options to change that. But do I really want this?
Spending time, money, effort, your life, your pride. You can spend a lot of things and, in the end, hasn’t everything been spent? I spent time with you, I spent my money on you, I spent so much effort on that, I spent my life working towards that.
A stray cat passed by me in the alley. Garbage bins surrounded my spent figure. Because I was spent – tired from it all, indifferent to the drama, and broken to the end. I didn’t know it was even possible but tonight had been the culmination of all those feelings brewing below the surface. ‘Kaboom,’ they said. ‘There’s your life,’ they mocked. ‘How do you like yourself now?’ Lily had packed up my things an hour or so ago, silently bidding me farewell, expressing her hope that I realised how awful I was/am and eager never to see my face again. Well. Did not see that coming. (Except I did.) A half-empty bottle left there by an equally spent person made me trip and I held my bleeding head to keep what was left of my soul in. Then I picked up a large shard from under my painted forearms and struck the place the most vital human organ was supposed to be. Unfortunately, I awoke to TL lights.
i am spent
after a day of being with people
i like the comfort
of being alone
and the familiarity
of my own home
as much as i love
to be with others
solitude is the sweetest thing
i can feel everything
in a bold arrow of time
i spent alot of money trying to be happy but it didn’t work cause i spent my life away trying to be happy simply because i was sad and unloved and no one cared for me but what could’ve i done i was sad and alone and didn’t know what to do and it smelled really bad oh no what do i doooooooooo
hi
whats up
I spent it all in one place, and my heart sank as I emptied my wallet. My fingers trembled as I handed him the money, in exchange for the Bag. My mouth watered at the sight, i wanted it in my veins. He took the money with a sinister smile.
“Have fun, I appreciate your business,” he said. I had little time to nod my head before I was shoved out of the room, and I was on my way down the stairs, out the door, down the street, on the bus, and into my apartment.
Spent all my life not know what to do with it. Now that i know, im not so certain that i have the means to proceed with it. I will though keep my head up high and maneuver my way towards my goal. Success, Joy, Content, and Beauty.
I spent the whole day lying around my bed … hoping I could get a good sleep and a good dream too that would help me inspire for my this month’s entry in nanowrimo
she spent all her best days on him and it turned out to be a great dissappointment. even the birth of their daughter can’t replace what he took from her. her anger at him often turned at me.
Life spent, money spent, love spent. Curled up in bed because somebody broke your heart – you spent your love on the wrong person, you poor darling. You spent your feelings, invested your heart in the wrong stock, but don’t worry – your interest will come in soon.
My days were spent dreaming of being a writer instead of doing it. Now I have decided to use my dreams to write. It’s simple. Find a time of day when it works.
Pursue those big themes you love – redemption, heroism, transcendence. It will happen I know. The magic begins.
I spent most of the day trying to locate the place that my family had once lived. I was determine to write their story and I wanted to get some pictures of where there roots were tied. I believe that would make the story more interesting and realistic.
All passion had been spent that day in Brighton. We had checked into our favourite hotel. It was our secret bolt hole away from prying eyes.
We had been meeting for six months and every time was different.
Today something didnt work. She resisted my attempts at foreplay and I failed to get an erection.
Was it just a flirtation in the end?
That time you told me I didn’t know how she felt
I didn’t correct you
Because I was spent
I was done with trying to explain
And you won’t ever know the truth, but I guess that’s okay
I spent so much time on the internet, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if it didn’t exist. The internet has molded me into the person I am today. And if I do say so myself, it’s done a pretty awesome job. Tis true that most of my studying completely went down the drain as soon as I began my fascination with all of these electronics, but I’ve met so many wonderful people. That’s really important compared to what school I get into… Right?
spent is something you are when you have nothing left to give. Be it money, emotions, breaths, whatever. Spent does not feel good. It feels like empty and done and fatigue.
I spent a day at a club. Only I didn’t know it was a club but I thought I was at a pond feeding ducks. The ducks were eating off my hands. Whoa, see what I did there? :D So I was armelss.
I spent all I’ve got on you.
Time and love and empathy.
You swallowed them all
like a big black hole.
From the depths of your emptiness
none of these things ever returned.
Now they’re just meaningless
word shells
blurring together
I don’t know which is which anymore
that’s exactly how i feel. Sick, tired and just ready to give up. I just got to remember that if you’re going through hell, keep going. But sometimes you just want to lay down in a snow drift and let the numb take hold and carry you away. I’m fucking spent!
I spent a lot of time with you on my mind. Two years. Two years I thought were spent wasted. But I learned so much about myself during that spent time. Time that could’ve been spent being happier or sadder. But I spent it doing soul searching, unknowingly. And that is what makes that time wonderful
I like to think of spending as something I continuously do. Every moment I spend time and energy. Sometimes I spend money. A lot of times I spend money. Sometimes I spend breath on worthless things. What a waste.
I spent the entire of yesterday just looking up at the clouds. They reminded me of my childhood, oddly, as I’ve tried to suppress that as much as possible. There was far too much candyfloss in the past. It was terrifying. But clouds will do that to you.
spending money that I don’t make. Is my time up yet, because I am spending all of it wasting away on what to write. All I can think of is money when I think of the word spent. Is money all I think about ? mmm good question
It was an ugly rash, blistered and flaking. It curved around her arm, snaking down beneath hemlines and abruptly reappearing again.Scattered patches of mottled skin marred her face. A downside of spending so much time in the greenhouses.
you spent your $20 on love instead of a gift for your love. you spent years trying to find yourself through multiple men, hoping to feel just a tiny bit of affection through their motions of lust rather than caressments of affection. you spent your youth questioning yourself ,how could someone love me…this thing that I am…what is it? am I even capable of doing anything? how could someone love me when I haven’t found myself? when will I find myself?when do the self-explorations lead me to the treasure. the treasure chest of all of the forsaken answers hidden deep into th cr
Too much money yesterday. Am in an awful state with money. Wake up in the middle of the night over the money that I spent. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I am trying not to spend so much. I am spent all the time because I work all the time.
I spent most of my holiday rolling in bed cuddling my stuffed animals, occasionally doodling on scraps of paper and snacking on whatever is on hand. I don’t have to think of anything. It makes me quite happy.
the time i spent with you was the happiest in my life. I wolud give anything to go back to it. but itme never comes back for anyone. and you are gone in the shadows of the night.
I spent most of my time in pure melacholy. In true and numbless sandess. In deep and tearing sorrow. Alone.
I’ve spent 5 minutes
Trying to remember
What the last word we spoke was
It might have been “see you soon”
Or pehaps, since we’re romantics
“I love you”
It was probably
Good bye.
When does the week end? When you lay down spent?
I asked my self one night only to be disappointed next month
A rhyme in a bunch, its denial took me with a punch
knocked down and defeated
I wondered if I’d ever submit anything ever again.
Two years I have spent or rather wasted because I was not brave enough to listen to my heart. But along the road I have passed, there is always lessons and failures.
I have spent 16 years living in a hopeless small country. I have spent my whole life with people who didn’t understand me. Now that I turned 18 I have some options to change that. But do I really want this?
Spending time, money, effort, your life, your pride. You can spend a lot of things and, in the end, hasn’t everything been spent? I spent time with you, I spent my money on you, I spent so much effort on that, I spent my life working towards that.
A stray cat passed by me in the alley. Garbage bins surrounded my spent figure. Because I was spent – tired from it all, indifferent to the drama, and broken to the end. I didn’t know it was even possible but tonight had been the culmination of all those feelings brewing below the surface. ‘Kaboom,’ they said. ‘There’s your life,’ they mocked. ‘How do you like yourself now?’ Lily had packed up my things an hour or so ago, silently bidding me farewell, expressing her hope that I realised how awful I was/am and eager never to see my face again. Well. Did not see that coming. (Except I did.) A half-empty bottle left there by an equally spent person made me trip and I held my bleeding head to keep what was left of my soul in. Then I picked up a large shard from under my painted forearms and struck the place the most vital human organ was supposed to be. Unfortunately, I awoke to TL lights.
i am spent
after a day of being with people
i like the comfort
of being alone
and the familiarity
of my own home
as much as i love
to be with others
solitude is the sweetest thing
i can feel everything
in a bold arrow of time
i spent alot of money trying to be happy but it didn’t work cause i spent my life away trying to be happy simply because i was sad and unloved and no one cared for me but what could’ve i done i was sad and alone and didn’t know what to do and it smelled really bad oh no what do i doooooooooo
hi
whats up
I spent it all in one place, and my heart sank as I emptied my wallet. My fingers trembled as I handed him the money, in exchange for the Bag. My mouth watered at the sight, i wanted it in my veins. He took the money with a sinister smile.
“Have fun, I appreciate your business,” he said. I had little time to nod my head before I was shoved out of the room, and I was on my way down the stairs, out the door, down the street, on the bus, and into my apartment.
Nothing is so much better than time well spent with you <3
Spent all my life not know what to do with it. Now that i know, im not so certain that i have the means to proceed with it. I will though keep my head up high and maneuver my way towards my goal. Success, Joy, Content, and Beauty.
I spent the whole day lying around my bed … hoping I could get a good sleep and a good dream too that would help me inspire for my this month’s entry in nanowrimo
she spent all her best days on him and it turned out to be a great dissappointment. even the birth of their daughter can’t replace what he took from her. her anger at him often turned at me.
Life spent, money spent, love spent. Curled up in bed because somebody broke your heart – you spent your love on the wrong person, you poor darling. You spent your feelings, invested your heart in the wrong stock, but don’t worry – your interest will come in soon.
I spent a lot of time thinking about you. I miss you. only a week we spent together, but it was a nice week. its ended now, no time.
My days were spent dreaming of being a writer instead of doing it. Now I have decided to use my dreams to write. It’s simple. Find a time of day when it works.
Pursue those big themes you love – redemption, heroism, transcendence. It will happen I know. The magic begins.
I spent most of the day trying to locate the place that my family had once lived. I was determine to write their story and I wanted to get some pictures of where there roots were tied. I believe that would make the story more interesting and realistic.
I have spent everything i had, the money, even the last shread of my dignity is gone. And hope it’s gone… far beyond my reach.
All passion had been spent that day in Brighton. We had checked into our favourite hotel. It was our secret bolt hole away from prying eyes.
We had been meeting for six months and every time was different.
Today something didnt work. She resisted my attempts at foreplay and I failed to get an erection.
Was it just a flirtation in the end?
That time you told me I didn’t know how she felt
I didn’t correct you
Because I was spent
I was done with trying to explain
And you won’t ever know the truth, but I guess that’s okay
I spent so much time on the internet, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if it didn’t exist. The internet has molded me into the person I am today. And if I do say so myself, it’s done a pretty awesome job. Tis true that most of my studying completely went down the drain as soon as I began my fascination with all of these electronics, but I’ve met so many wonderful people. That’s really important compared to what school I get into… Right?
I spent my day wasting time on you…. That was all I wanted to do… but you didn’t love me too… What’s the point?
It’s been about one year and seven months since I’ve known you, and I’ve spent most of my time thinking about you.
spent is something you are when you have nothing left to give. Be it money, emotions, breaths, whatever. Spent does not feel good. It feels like empty and done and fatigue.
I spent a day at a club. Only I didn’t know it was a club but I thought I was at a pond feeding ducks. The ducks were eating off my hands. Whoa, see what I did there? :D So I was armelss.
I spent all I’ve got on you.
Time and love and empathy.
You swallowed them all
like a big black hole.
From the depths of your emptiness
none of these things ever returned.
Now they’re just meaningless
word shells
blurring together
I don’t know which is which anymore
I spent a pound
and i found
that money doesn’t by happiness.
that’s exactly how i feel. Sick, tired and just ready to give up. I just got to remember that if you’re going through hell, keep going. But sometimes you just want to lay down in a snow drift and let the numb take hold and carry you away. I’m fucking spent!
I spent a lot of time with you on my mind. Two years. Two years I thought were spent wasted. But I learned so much about myself during that spent time. Time that could’ve been spent being happier or sadder. But I spent it doing soul searching, unknowingly. And that is what makes that time wonderful
I like to think of spending as something I continuously do. Every moment I spend time and energy. Sometimes I spend money. A lot of times I spend money. Sometimes I spend breath on worthless things. What a waste.
I spent the entire of yesterday just looking up at the clouds. They reminded me of my childhood, oddly, as I’ve tried to suppress that as much as possible. There was far too much candyfloss in the past. It was terrifying. But clouds will do that to you.
spending money that I don’t make. Is my time up yet, because I am spending all of it wasting away on what to write. All I can think of is money when I think of the word spent. Is money all I think about ? mmm good question
I always say waste instead of spent. Because I always waste but never spend.
It was an ugly rash, blistered and flaking. It curved around her arm, snaking down beneath hemlines and abruptly reappearing again.Scattered patches of mottled skin marred her face. A downside of spending so much time in the greenhouses.
you spent your $20 on love instead of a gift for your love. you spent years trying to find yourself through multiple men, hoping to feel just a tiny bit of affection through their motions of lust rather than caressments of affection. you spent your youth questioning yourself ,how could someone love me…this thing that I am…what is it? am I even capable of doing anything? how could someone love me when I haven’t found myself? when will I find myself?when do the self-explorations lead me to the treasure. the treasure chest of all of the forsaken answers hidden deep into th cr
I spent most of the time studying medicine just to become doctor. I really enjoy exploring all the illness and their treatments.