I am strung out. Strung is a word that can be used to describe many different thiings. The clothes line is strung, the person is strung tight, the shoelaces are strung. The guitar string is strung. That is probably the one that most applies to my school.
She strung him along with a web of lies. She didn’t know why; she just did. She made him dance to her strings and to her tune. She made him do all sorts of things. But the day came when he found out. He left and she was alone. She was all alone with her broken web.
i feel like my entire life i’ve been strung along. the best relationship i thot i had, i realized now i was only strung along and made to believe as though everything was ok, as if i was loved as if it was forever. i know now that i was wrong but still hate him for it.
i hATE it when guys string girls along, its total bullshit, but then again i guess girls et it happen to them but, if you dont really like me like that or have differentl feelings than what you think i have just
i have just one thought on this and its stress. i just need to relax. i need a massage. i need a good fuck. all of this. im strung out. i need coffee. i should finish this paper. i want to kill tom gladd. i want david so bad. i just want to have everything. im selfish. i should be selfless. i did get $750
If there ever was a fabric in all of reality that could hold the entire universe, it would be strung with the Sinta String, a fabric so tough it binds things, strings things, together at a molecular level. Gravity is no longer the glue of the universe
I was strung on the line as I had to complete the 6000000000000000000000 mile marathon. The burn in my legs was making it harder to run, but I knew I had to run. Run, run, run. That thought ran in my head. Go, go, go. I pushed myself beyond the limit and felt no pain all of the sudden.
I’m really strung out right now. Like, really. A shitload. I had a lot of sugar, and now a lot of people are dead via fire. I was giggling as much as a roflcopter goes soi soi soi, you know?
There are times when I feel like I’ve been strung up like a pair of forgotten sneakers on power line. My body aches, I turn in the wind and helplessly unable to control my own direction. I can see for miles around me. But as the line which dangles me here tightens like a noose around my neck, my eyes water and my vast vision blurs. Alone now, with only my thoughts, I am helpless again. I rewatch my life as others saw me. Wondering with bewilderment if anyone saw me in as forgiving a light as I had cast on them. These are my last moments to stand tall. My last chance to correct the path my life took. Agonizingly I reach for my blade. Invisioning the gleaming blade as it escapes it’s hallow sheeth I raise it slowly to my neck. Just one slice will set me free. But my mind has now turned to a red haze and I cannot tell which thin line is my throat and which is the string that binds me to this fate. i can feel the blade against it’s victimous object, an the heat sears my soul. Tears cascade my face as I take in the last sounds from this perillous height. Alive or dead? I feel my body fall. As I hit the hard unforgiving pavement i experience what I believe to be my first true moment of happiness. I open my dreary eyes and I’m blinded by the light of a new life, a new moment in time. The promise and hope of new experiences fills my wild mind and I streach my legs to take my first steps in this new era. Like a new foal I fall to my knees again. ButI hold my head high and dust the grit from my palms and try again. This fresh chapter will not have been granted in vain. I will live my life learning from the lessons that others teach me and my own discoveries. i will not allow anyone to cause me that strung up feeling anymore.
I feel like I’m strung out over this guy, I’m completely and totally in love with him. but then again, I don’t trust him at all. I can’t stop thinking about him, but at the same time, I’m scared to love him more than I do.
Strung along. It isn’t the right thing to do, but she doesn’t know if she can let go. But she is getting to the point where she knows she doesn’t like him and thinks he isn’t right for her. Now she is just waiting for the courage to speak up.
The clothes on the line were strung out like kites that were caught in a tree. These kites were flapping, flapping, flapping in the ever persistent breeze.
She was strung out the morning I met her. We both ordered the same breakfast dish. She came to sit next to me and told me why the pancakes were her favorite.
im strung out im strung out im strung out on you. i cannot stop thinking about you and how much iwant you here to hold me to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay and make me feel okay. i want to feel happy again with you im strung out on you baby, just you only you only ever. you
high strung. it happens to everyone. jobs, money, lack of money, lack of jobs. the stress. high strung. first thing that comes to mind. everyone needs a day at the beach. we’re all so busy worrying about where we HAVE to go that we don’t necessarily see where we SHOULD go. relax. sometimes, though not all, the world can wait. put it all on hold. high strung shouldn’t be a lifestyle.
We oughta see hime strung up said the young outlaw. If we was to let him go, he’d just got git more like him and they’d chase us clear çross this dang country.
her i lay and lose my mind. i’m strung too thin and it’s finally getting to me i think. what was that voice, that noise in the background- that was the sound of madness calling- my name i think…
My high school graduation song was “When you come back down” by Nickel Creek.
I’m still strung out on the wire, stretching between the future and the past. I’m scared of going off to college– but the string of my anticipation is coiled tight.
I can string pieces of popcorn together to wrap around the Christmas tree. It makes it seem more fun and home-y. I have strung together words to make poetry and stories.
People used to say I was high-strung—a nice way of saying hyper enough to get on their nerves. I guess I’ve grown out of it now that I’ve passed the mid-century mark. It’s about time.
Strung along by your bullshit.
Why can’t you just let me go.
Although I have now discovered that I hold the power
over these strings.
I can free myself from you.
But that’s just it.
I don’t want to.
How fucked up is that?
Strung up through the clouds, making a pathway through the air. The air pixies use the strings as their pathways, their bridges throughout the sky over the earth and the humans. Strung up throughout the heavens like bridges between worlds.
string strung ding dung
bing bung lalala
the girl strung the clothing on the clothesline
it was hanging neatly, sorted by color and clothing type.
i think i’m writing a fine story ri
I am strung up on things that don’t matter.
Strung up on my ex, on my current, on my future.
Strung over the tallest trees and the roughest stones on the highest mountain.
Strung in machines that don’t work.
Strung all over life.
But like a string, I get cut
By the sharpest of knives in the most dangerous places
and, with my luck, the blade is new
Not even a dull one for me
Strung along the closeline were not only damp, wrinkled shirts and plaid shorts but also dozens of hour glasses, some clear glass with the average beige sand dripping down through it, others with colored sand; blue and green, red and orange, even black.
I am strung out. Strung is a word that can be used to describe many different thiings. The clothes line is strung, the person is strung tight, the shoelaces are strung. The guitar string is strung. That is probably the one that most applies to my school.
She strung him along with a web of lies. She didn’t know why; she just did. She made him dance to her strings and to her tune. She made him do all sorts of things. But the day came when he found out. He left and she was alone. She was all alone with her broken web.
i feel like my entire life i’ve been strung along. the best relationship i thot i had, i realized now i was only strung along and made to believe as though everything was ok, as if i was loved as if it was forever. i know now that i was wrong but still hate him for it.
Strung so far apart. Streched so far I broke. Where are my lungs? They must be far away, I find I can’t breathe.
Dear Me,
Wish you were here!
Love,
Yourself
i hATE it when guys string girls along, its total bullshit, but then again i guess girls et it happen to them but, if you dont really like me like that or have differentl feelings than what you think i have just
i am strung between the realms of my true positivity and optimism, and the one that the people around me wish to contain me in.
i have just one thought on this and its stress. i just need to relax. i need a massage. i need a good fuck. all of this. im strung out. i need coffee. i should finish this paper. i want to kill tom gladd. i want david so bad. i just want to have everything. im selfish. i should be selfless. i did get $750
He strung me along with his lies until I was totally hooked and in love. Then I saw through his cheap vaneer and left him high and dry. I hate liars.
Oh dear. I have no idea about the word “strung.” Well strings are strung, right? Yeah I failed.
Likes beads on a necklace.
Like puppets on a string.
Like links on a chain.
We are all strung.
And there is no escape.
If there ever was a fabric in all of reality that could hold the entire universe, it would be strung with the Sinta String, a fabric so tough it binds things, strings things, together at a molecular level. Gravity is no longer the glue of the universe
I’m strung up on Bradley Cooper. Isn’t that sad, to be strung up on someone?!
I was strung on the line as I had to complete the 6000000000000000000000 mile marathon. The burn in my legs was making it harder to run, but I knew I had to run. Run, run, run. That thought ran in my head. Go, go, go. I pushed myself beyond the limit and felt no pain all of the sudden.
Strung. It has nothing to do with strings, now that I think about it. I mean, really. You can be strung out, but. Umm. I already did strung… >.>
I’m really strung out right now. Like, really. A shitload. I had a lot of sugar, and now a lot of people are dead via fire. I was giggling as much as a roflcopter goes soi soi soi, you know?
The clothes were all strung out on lines between the windows. Behind cages. The city was beautiful.
There are times when I feel like I’ve been strung up like a pair of forgotten sneakers on power line. My body aches, I turn in the wind and helplessly unable to control my own direction. I can see for miles around me. But as the line which dangles me here tightens like a noose around my neck, my eyes water and my vast vision blurs. Alone now, with only my thoughts, I am helpless again. I rewatch my life as others saw me. Wondering with bewilderment if anyone saw me in as forgiving a light as I had cast on them. These are my last moments to stand tall. My last chance to correct the path my life took. Agonizingly I reach for my blade. Invisioning the gleaming blade as it escapes it’s hallow sheeth I raise it slowly to my neck. Just one slice will set me free. But my mind has now turned to a red haze and I cannot tell which thin line is my throat and which is the string that binds me to this fate. i can feel the blade against it’s victimous object, an the heat sears my soul. Tears cascade my face as I take in the last sounds from this perillous height. Alive or dead? I feel my body fall. As I hit the hard unforgiving pavement i experience what I believe to be my first true moment of happiness. I open my dreary eyes and I’m blinded by the light of a new life, a new moment in time. The promise and hope of new experiences fills my wild mind and I streach my legs to take my first steps in this new era. Like a new foal I fall to my knees again. ButI hold my head high and dust the grit from my palms and try again. This fresh chapter will not have been granted in vain. I will live my life learning from the lessons that others teach me and my own discoveries. i will not allow anyone to cause me that strung up feeling anymore.
I feel like I’m strung out over this guy, I’m completely and totally in love with him. but then again, I don’t trust him at all. I can’t stop thinking about him, but at the same time, I’m scared to love him more than I do.
Strung along. It isn’t the right thing to do, but she doesn’t know if she can let go. But she is getting to the point where she knows she doesn’t like him and thinks he isn’t right for her. Now she is just waiting for the courage to speak up.
The clothes on the line were strung out like kites that were caught in a tree. These kites were flapping, flapping, flapping in the ever persistent breeze.
She was strung out the morning I met her. We both ordered the same breakfast dish. She came to sit next to me and told me why the pancakes were her favorite.
i often feel strung out. like everything in the world is my fault….. blah blah blah…..
the high strug executive couldent take it anymore. he needed to put a stop to all of these annoying mishaps. there was only one thing to do.
You strung me out, hung me out to dry. You killed me with your love and your tongue and I didn’t even mind.
high strung
cut those chords
let their sound resonate through
the air that in the end
is much more still than you once thought.
it is something that can happen to people if they cross the wrong bridge, but also if they don’t cross at all. when in doubt, go.
I was strung on alimb…It did’nt matter wher I’d swing…I love the air so crisp as ravens wings. It was bliss when you sang to me. I love you Joe G.
strung out
strung too tight
high as a kite
in my one bedroom apartment
what’s there to lose,
but the strings
that hold me all
together…
im strung out im strung out im strung out on you. i cannot stop thinking about you and how much iwant you here to hold me to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay and make me feel okay. i want to feel happy again with you im strung out on you baby, just you only you only ever. you
high strung. it happens to everyone. jobs, money, lack of money, lack of jobs. the stress. high strung. first thing that comes to mind. everyone needs a day at the beach. we’re all so busy worrying about where we HAVE to go that we don’t necessarily see where we SHOULD go. relax. sometimes, though not all, the world can wait. put it all on hold. high strung shouldn’t be a lifestyle.
We oughta see hime strung up said the young outlaw. If we was to let him go, he’d just got git more like him and they’d chase us clear çross this dang country.
her i lay and lose my mind. i’m strung too thin and it’s finally getting to me i think. what was that voice, that noise in the background- that was the sound of madness calling- my name i think…
My high school graduation song was “When you come back down” by Nickel Creek.
I’m still strung out on the wire, stretching between the future and the past. I’m scared of going off to college– but the string of my anticipation is coiled tight.
I can string pieces of popcorn together to wrap around the Christmas tree. It makes it seem more fun and home-y. I have strung together words to make poetry and stories.
People used to say I was high-strung—a nice way of saying hyper enough to get on their nerves. I guess I’ve grown out of it now that I’ve passed the mid-century mark. It’s about time.
Strung along by your bullshit.
Why can’t you just let me go.
Although I have now discovered that I hold the power
over these strings.
I can free myself from you.
But that’s just it.
I don’t want to.
How fucked up is that?
Strung up through the clouds, making a pathway through the air. The air pixies use the strings as their pathways, their bridges throughout the sky over the earth and the humans. Strung up throughout the heavens like bridges between worlds.
string strung ding dung
bing bung lalala
the girl strung the clothing on the clothesline
it was hanging neatly, sorted by color and clothing type.
i think i’m writing a fine story ri
I am strung up on things that don’t matter.
Strung up on my ex, on my current, on my future.
Strung over the tallest trees and the roughest stones on the highest mountain.
Strung in machines that don’t work.
Strung all over life.
But like a string, I get cut
By the sharpest of knives in the most dangerous places
and, with my luck, the blade is new
Not even a dull one for me
Strung along the closeline were not only damp, wrinkled shirts and plaid shorts but also dozens of hour glasses, some clear glass with the average beige sand dripping down through it, others with colored sand; blue and green, red and orange, even black.