A new year, a new page turned. But parts of my mind are irretrievably still stuck to the old pages, memories who won’t go away. Can any year ever be done?
Done means finished, over, kaput. But is anything ever really done? I think maybe everything that ever happened left a little mark on the world, like a pencil mark that won’t quite rub off.
Im so done about loving someone. A love that is boy and girl. well im not saying im bi or something. Its just that im so tired of the same shit and the same sadness they brought. So im letting my heart rest from now from allbthe heartaches ☺️
I am done. I am done of becoming what everyone thinks I am. I am done of making others whole while I am miserably empty. I am done of failing; of being a nuisance and perhaps a terrible mistake. I am done of crying and hurting while others are happy and living. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m just… done.
Time is up. 365 days wasted. Year after year, the same damn thing happens. I never manage to be productive or get out of my house. I’m too afraid of what might be out there. 2015 is done and I’ve wasted yet another good year.
“DONE!” I yelled after finishing all of the hot dogs, This was the third year in a row that I looked over only to be beaten by Jerry, the best hotdog eater in town. I wasn’t sure whether I should give up after feeling this disappointment year after year. I guess I just didn’t have the speed and agility to finish all the hot dogs first.
“DONE!” I yelled after finishing all of the hot dogs, This was the third year in a row that I looked over only to be beaten by Jerry, the best hotdog eater in town.
Life is complete and the project is done. Finished accomplished and completed.
When being done with something you are rewarded and there is a great satisfaction.
Commitments are met when it is done. I am done!
Done, I’m done. It’s finished. The whole thing is wrapped up. I’ve tied it up like a christmas package and I’m shipping it to a friend in Omaha. C’est fini. We’ve circled the wagons and we’re waiting for the rest of the nation to come and finish up off.
Done: a feeling of no longer wishing to repeat the same meaningless arguments and repeating the same steps leading into the same pointless agreements to stop the arguing before repeating comments or actions initiating the same arguments as before which ultimately lead to agreeing to stop the childish behavior on one or the other ( more often than not the other) side before returning back into the same childish initiation of the same arguments.
Aka
Feeling done and helpless because nothing seems to end the repetitive behavior, but not knowing wat else to do because your love the person to much to simply walk away from it all
done. are you already done? are we done? why does it have to end. Oh dear. I’m having a panic attack. I cant do this. Don’t do this. Why can’t you undo this? I know I was the one who said it first, but love I never mean what I say.
My mom is a bitch. Everytime I eat food all she says is “done” and I don’t understand why. She then has the audacity to take my food away from me and throw it in the trashcan. I wish she would move away to Mexico and leave me alone. I’m never going to be done with my food. Never.
I had enough of putting this moment off until now. Today was the day that I had to leave my job/ they call it “budget cuts” or being “let go”, I call it bullshit. 15 years of nothing but loyalty to this company, all thrown aside meaninglessly. Ironically, it’s like a movie scene or book. This is the part that the main character gets laid off and eventually finds their life’s calling. Maybe that adventure is in store for me, but all I know is that in this chapter in my story is done.
I’m done with school.
I’m done with trying to be skinny to fit other people’s perceptions of what I should look like.
I’m done with acting like certain people don’t piss me off.
I’m done letting people judge me about my race.
I’m done pretending like I’m not concerned about my grades.
I’m done.
finished. time to move on. jesus said this. yoda said there is no try, only do. so there would be no tried, just done. implies racing. implies completeness.
I am done. Starting fresh and clearing my head of all things that do not bring me true joy and happiness. Finished with putting myself whole heartedly into all situations, finished with thinking people can change, finished with believing every god damn word that comes out of someone’s mouth. I am done and I am focused on me.
Well the day is done. I am pretty happy about that. It was a long and somewhat rough day. Soon the winter break will be done and for once I am happy the kids will be back to school. Which is not normal for me and makes me kind of sad.
There are so many things that can be done, just like that and nobody will be against them being done. People decide animals’ lives are done to eat them, when they cook them when they are done, they are just how they want them to be and so on.
But, darling, here are some news: you are not a piece of meat to be done just like that. Put up a fight in the toughest moments because you are not done. I promise it will get better just push a little harder and you’ll find light that will help prove to yourself you are not done.
Thunder was banging against my window, trying to let its friend the darkness come in. He has been here before and has taken all that he could away from me. Still, he is incessant, not leaving me alone.
When I think of the word done, I think of doing a test. Speciifically a maths test, like doing all the questions and knowing you answered some of them correctly but hope you got the A level right. When you fucking didnt’t. That really annoys me.
Done. I’m done putting everything and everyone else in my life first. I’m done denying God in front of people who are uncomfortable with him. I’m done accepting any negativity into my life, and I’m done NOT being a Christian. Done. Done with anything less important than working towards building His kingdom and I’m done having anxiety over things I KNOW he’s controlling.
And I’m done holding on to the past and searching for you between the pictures and the pages, until late at night, when I pull your book out from underneath the mattress, read it again, hope for a different ending.
It never seems like I’m done. There’s always something else to do. Just once in my life, I’d like to feel completely done with major things. But everything has so many parts, so many details to attend to, that it’s impossible. The house will never be clean. The work will never be finished.
When it’s done it’s done but is it… What does finality look like? How does one define when it’s done. The beauty of watching you go and saying it’s done is ruined when the next day I see you again. We do this done dance again and again and honestly I’m so done.
I am done. Complete. Finished. I have nothing else to contribute. No other words or actions. I am leaving. Walking away. never returning. Enjoy what I have done. Remember me for it. I love you.
it is done, he chanted.
it is done, she chorused back
it is done, the kids sang gaily, throwing expensive flower petals in the air. it was happiness everywhere, except it wasn’t earbed
she had never owned any of her moments: how adorable that she thought she could start now, in the middle of a relationship.
“Kit, I need you to get me a new measuring cup! And a tablespoon. These guys are all stained and cracked.”
“Done and done!” I replied, shouldering my coat and grabbing my car keys. My mom let out an exhale from the kitchen as I left the room – a non-verbal “Thank you,” in her book.
My old van waited for me to wake it up from its groggy winter nap, and I started down the road toward the closest store.
To finish a project is a positively impossible task at times. When it comes to writing, the idea of “done” is not an objective reality, but merely a shrugging of the shoulders, finally admitting that your last edit will have to be your last. You resign yourself to being undone, months, or even mere seconds – after, realizing you had that one perfect idea, one perfect phrase, that would have been perfect, and now it’s too late because you are “done”.
A new year, a new page turned. But parts of my mind are irretrievably still stuck to the old pages, memories who won’t go away. Can any year ever be done?
Done means finished, over, kaput. But is anything ever really done? I think maybe everything that ever happened left a little mark on the world, like a pencil mark that won’t quite rub off.
Im so done about loving someone. A love that is boy and girl. well im not saying im bi or something. Its just that im so tired of the same shit and the same sadness they brought. So im letting my heart rest from now from allbthe heartaches ☺️
done with this word, i’ve already used it,
too much.
done is like too much, its excessive permanence
done. a little death, isnt finished
its done.
done, out of the oven,
overdone, and too crisp,
dusting the counter, small back soot
I am done. I am done of becoming what everyone thinks I am. I am done of making others whole while I am miserably empty. I am done of failing; of being a nuisance and perhaps a terrible mistake. I am done of crying and hurting while others are happy and living. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m just… done.
Time is up. 365 days wasted. Year after year, the same damn thing happens. I never manage to be productive or get out of my house. I’m too afraid of what might be out there. 2015 is done and I’ve wasted yet another good year.
“DONE!” I yelled after finishing all of the hot dogs, This was the third year in a row that I looked over only to be beaten by Jerry, the best hotdog eater in town. I wasn’t sure whether I should give up after feeling this disappointment year after year. I guess I just didn’t have the speed and agility to finish all the hot dogs first.
“DONE!” I yelled after finishing all of the hot dogs, This was the third year in a row that I looked over only to be beaten by Jerry, the best hotdog eater in town.
Life is complete and the project is done. Finished accomplished and completed.
When being done with something you are rewarded and there is a great satisfaction.
Commitments are met when it is done. I am done!
Done, I’m done. It’s finished. The whole thing is wrapped up. I’ve tied it up like a christmas package and I’m shipping it to a friend in Omaha. C’est fini. We’ve circled the wagons and we’re waiting for the rest of the nation to come and finish up off.
Done: a feeling of no longer wishing to repeat the same meaningless arguments and repeating the same steps leading into the same pointless agreements to stop the arguing before repeating comments or actions initiating the same arguments as before which ultimately lead to agreeing to stop the childish behavior on one or the other ( more often than not the other) side before returning back into the same childish initiation of the same arguments.
Aka
Feeling done and helpless because nothing seems to end the repetitive behavior, but not knowing wat else to do because your love the person to much to simply walk away from it all
done. are you already done? are we done? why does it have to end. Oh dear. I’m having a panic attack. I cant do this. Don’t do this. Why can’t you undo this? I know I was the one who said it first, but love I never mean what I say.
Well done, my dear!
He shook her hand and smiled at her.
That was a great success. I am very proud of you.
She blushed.
My mom is a bitch. Everytime I eat food all she says is “done” and I don’t understand why. She then has the audacity to take my food away from me and throw it in the trashcan. I wish she would move away to Mexico and leave me alone. I’m never going to be done with my food. Never.
I had enough of putting this moment off until now. Today was the day that I had to leave my job/ they call it “budget cuts” or being “let go”, I call it bullshit. 15 years of nothing but loyalty to this company, all thrown aside meaninglessly. Ironically, it’s like a movie scene or book. This is the part that the main character gets laid off and eventually finds their life’s calling. Maybe that adventure is in store for me, but all I know is that in this chapter in my story is done.
I’m done with school.
I’m done with trying to be skinny to fit other people’s perceptions of what I should look like.
I’m done with acting like certain people don’t piss me off.
I’m done letting people judge me about my race.
I’m done pretending like I’m not concerned about my grades.
I’m done.
finished. time to move on. jesus said this. yoda said there is no try, only do. so there would be no tried, just done. implies racing. implies completeness.
A long day finished. Many roads travelled. Many paths taken again and again and again. Many phrases repeated. Now all asleep.
Done with the dishes
Done with my homework
Done
I am done. Starting fresh and clearing my head of all things that do not bring me true joy and happiness. Finished with putting myself whole heartedly into all situations, finished with thinking people can change, finished with believing every god damn word that comes out of someone’s mouth. I am done and I am focused on me.
Well the day is done. I am pretty happy about that. It was a long and somewhat rough day. Soon the winter break will be done and for once I am happy the kids will be back to school. Which is not normal for me and makes me kind of sad.
There are so many things that can be done, just like that and nobody will be against them being done. People decide animals’ lives are done to eat them, when they cook them when they are done, they are just how they want them to be and so on.
But, darling, here are some news: you are not a piece of meat to be done just like that. Put up a fight in the toughest moments because you are not done. I promise it will get better just push a little harder and you’ll find light that will help prove to yourself you are not done.
Thunder was banging against my window, trying to let its friend the darkness come in. He has been here before and has taken all that he could away from me. Still, he is incessant, not leaving me alone.
When I think of the word done, I think of doing a test. Speciifically a maths test, like doing all the questions and knowing you answered some of them correctly but hope you got the A level right. When you fucking didnt’t. That really annoys me.
Qwerty
Finished,complete,satisfied,New chapter.the end.
Done. I’m done putting everything and everyone else in my life first. I’m done denying God in front of people who are uncomfortable with him. I’m done accepting any negativity into my life, and I’m done NOT being a Christian. Done. Done with anything less important than working towards building His kingdom and I’m done having anxiety over things I KNOW he’s controlling.
And I’m done holding on to the past and searching for you between the pictures and the pages, until late at night, when I pull your book out from underneath the mattress, read it again, hope for a different ending.
It never seems like I’m done. There’s always something else to do. Just once in my life, I’d like to feel completely done with major things. But everything has so many parts, so many details to attend to, that it’s impossible. The house will never be clean. The work will never be finished.
When it’s done it’s done but is it… What does finality look like? How does one define when it’s done. The beauty of watching you go and saying it’s done is ruined when the next day I see you again. We do this done dance again and again and honestly I’m so done.
I am done. Complete. Finished. I have nothing else to contribute. No other words or actions. I am leaving. Walking away. never returning. Enjoy what I have done. Remember me for it. I love you.
it is done, he chanted.
it is done, she chorused back
it is done, the kids sang gaily, throwing expensive flower petals in the air. it was happiness everywhere, except it wasn’t earbed
she had never owned any of her moments: how adorable that she thought she could start now, in the middle of a relationship.
“Kit, I need you to get me a new measuring cup! And a tablespoon. These guys are all stained and cracked.”
“Done and done!” I replied, shouldering my coat and grabbing my car keys. My mom let out an exhale from the kitchen as I left the room – a non-verbal “Thank you,” in her book.
My old van waited for me to wake it up from its groggy winter nap, and I started down the road toward the closest store.
Finished. complete, closing a chapter or ending a story. Moving on, bringing to a close.
humble
I have done many things in my life, until now. But I think that the most difficult one was to conquer a place at my univesity.
You talkedtalkedtalked at us
Not a lick of a thought for
anything you didn’t begin
with “I”. Bit my tongue
to a bloody thread
to not scream
JUST.
SHUT.
UP.
So glad it’s done –
and we don’t have to sit
across from your
blabbing for
a while.
Let’s hope
it’s a l o n g
q u i e t
while.
To finish a project is a positively impossible task at times. When it comes to writing, the idea of “done” is not an objective reality, but merely a shrugging of the shoulders, finally admitting that your last edit will have to be your last. You resign yourself to being undone, months, or even mere seconds – after, realizing you had that one perfect idea, one perfect phrase, that would have been perfect, and now it’s too late because you are “done”.
Finished with what you were doing.