I am not psycho. I have a strong imagination. It’s not my fault people don’t understand me. I do sometimes wish I was more normal but I am happy sitting here in my closet with the demons in my head.
I knew a few people in high school which i would’ve classified as a ‘psycho’ at the time. Some of those people have turned out just as creepy as I thought they would. But everyone has their own problems, I guess. No one’s perfect.
Psychos are interesting and weird. Sometimes I wonder if the world could actually function without them. In fact, sometimes I stop and think that maybe, just maybe, I’m a psycho. Life is weird, huh?
My mum nearly killed me when I was 16. I thought she was psycho.
It turns out that karma really is that proverbial bitch.
My girl, she’s nearly 16, is making me look like I’m some kind of meglomanic demon from a Wes Craven flick; I keeep checkig the mirror for signs of physical change.
Makes me wonder if my sweet Grandma was psycho.
This place is very psychotic. People are psycho. Psycho is a funny word. I wonder where it came from. Psychology perhaps. But even that’s a weird one. Maybe its latin for crazy or mental. You can be louca. I think that means psycho in another language to. Spanish and Portugese. Pagal is the hindi word. I wonder what it is in Panda language
This place is very psychotic. People are psycho. Psycho is a funny word. I wonder where it came from. Psychology perhaps. But even that’s a weird one. Maybe its latin for crazy or mental. You can be louca. I think that means psycho in another language to. Spanish and Portugese. Pagal is the hindi word. I wonder what it is in Panda language.
a mad man.-_- Nay a man who just sees the world in a different way, His own way.Shaped by trauma,drugs etc.A freedom of the mind and the sensible restrictions of the normal man.A freedom no one craves.Such is the life of those who truly feel psychotic.
i felt like A PSYCHO WHEN I WAS a teenager. I think all teenagers go through that phase when you feel every one on this earth hates you and is working against you. As i grew up I understood the meaning of the word and the seriousness it involves. A pyscho needs help
At my right was, at it should rightly be, a knife. A clean blade, thoroughly washed one hour before. Tools of my trade. It was honed, I took regular care of these, regardless of future plans. In two words: always prepared.
Psycho? What’s that? Oh well, I’ll talk about physiotherapy. i wan’t to be a horse physiotherapist one day. (Does psycho have something to do with nerdy?)
Ah yes, he says the word as though he has been walking inside my head, as though my head is a forest, calm in the crisp fall air, where the trees have begun to relinquish their leaves but the ground has not yet begun to embrace them in their throngs. He says it softly, and with that same calm as forest air, still as tree who watch with no morals, who do not judge, I hear it: “psycho”.
Psycho was on TV this past weekend; BBC America was having a mini marathon. I was going to watch it but…let’s be real. That was an idea that passed through my mind and just as quickly passed by. I’m too much of a chicken to watch that, plus I like taking showers and don’t want that ruined.
A psycho is someone who scares me. Who knows what they will do. I suppose it’s their unpredictability more than anything that gets me. I have seen some truly weird stuff in my years. Sometimes I think my dog is psycho. The he looks at me makes me wonder what he is thinking.
am i being psycho? i feel really down. no one to turn to. to run to. nobody is there for me.
I’m sick of pleasing people. of running after goals after goals.
I yelled you’re a psycho and he ran screaming from the room. Hands flailing, yelling and screaming, proving that he was in fact a psycho. I pulled myself up from the ground, rubbing my cheek from where his hand had just whacked me. It had hurt but who was I to complain? I did, in a way ask for it, quite literally.
once is went to a insaine asilum there were rows and rows psyco people from psycho killers the just plain psycho people every one was there for the same reason they were all psychos
Sometime, I question my self that is it fair to term someone psycho. May be we are just not able to understand them because they are more intelligent than us. From their point of view may be we are psycho. To me psycho is a bad word which we use to label someone which we find difficult to understand.
Psychology was something of interest to me when in college, but unfortunately I never had the chance to pursue it. Abnormal psychology was of greater interest because of personal experiences. All psychopaths and psychological illness would be under that category.
“Well,” I breathed. “This has been a day. A tremendously difficult, sporadic, psychotic day. It’s been a day when I’ve questioned everything and yet received no answer besides the fact that two plus two still f***ing equals four. And through it all, I’ve stared into the madness once again of teenage spirit, something I thought I had finally grown out of. But it’s back. Dear God in Heaven, the damn thing’s back.”
Crazy! Nothing more than random craziness. It’s up, it’s down. It’s over here and over there. I’m hearing those voices all over again. They are telling me to stop writing.
The conversation turned to domestic abuse. Charlotte had been championed to develop a program to assist victims within her workplace but she was unsure of the merit of such an idea. ‘Its such a personal thing’ she explained ‘I don’t know what we can do as employers to help.’
I was all too familiar of the long lasting effects, the mental paralysis, the anxiety attacks, the diminishing of confidence, the headaches, the heartache, the suicidal thoughts. I also knew it wasn’t something you were prone to confess. Being abused by a psycho like my brother was something you kept close to your chest, something you carried around around like a shadow, like a silent ghost. It haunted you endlessly but no one else was likely to believe it was there. So you kept mum for fear of being judged a fool.
I ran through the bush as crowds of people followed me to a corner physcho they shouted as their torches burned through my retnas I looked at the crowd and saw familiar faces my family had turned on me too I culdnt stand it so I jumped down and dove in the dark lake I live there now all alone their shouting still ringing in my ears like an ongoing bell one day I will come back and they will regret what they did to me
Crazed, insane, abnormal — I’ve heard it all before. They call me a psycho, but really I’m just different from you and yours. I enjoy to run and be free and not be stuck sitting in my box with the chains around my ankles asking for scraps from the table. It’s too bad my kind can’t get any credit for the upset we cause nowadays. We use to be heroes, conquers, and now we’re just villains.
There was this one night at grandpa’s house — I heard a cow making the most violent and most creepy scream you could ever heard. And then I noticed; the kangaroo was killing everybody.
There was this one time in Spanish classroom — I was just sitting in the front seat because I was ready to start the class but then I started hearing intense screaming from the hallway. It was the psycho principal of the school making a bloodshed here and there! There was only one thing to do…
I don’t really know what to write about this word, because I don’t know much about it. I know that this word describes a crazy person who is really mean. So that is really all I have to say about it.
I remember the movie and it’s still scary today. People screamed at the shower scene so bad. The rest of the movie wasn’t the bad, but that shower scene sure is.
I think all humans are psycho in a way. No one is perfectly sane, we all have crazy in us.
A psycho is a person who is mentally ill. They get enjoyment in hurt others or themselves. Many serial killers are psychos.
Psycho’s are people who are mentally unstable.
I have used this word to describe many different people over the years..mainly just people who do crazy things or act in a bizarre manner.
He was a psycho. Chasing her through a crowd of people who would never know. she was running as fast as she could but couldn’t escape his grasp.
I am not psycho. I have a strong imagination. It’s not my fault people don’t understand me. I do sometimes wish I was more normal but I am happy sitting here in my closet with the demons in my head.
Everybody in my opinion, is psychotic. Every one has a little bit of crazy in them, because there is no such thing as normal.
Crazy person that isn’t in the right frame of mind. This is something I hope to never be. I think of women crazy because of jealousy.
I knew a few people in high school which i would’ve classified as a ‘psycho’ at the time. Some of those people have turned out just as creepy as I thought they would. But everyone has their own problems, I guess. No one’s perfect.
Psychos are interesting and weird. Sometimes I wonder if the world could actually function without them. In fact, sometimes I stop and think that maybe, just maybe, I’m a psycho. Life is weird, huh?
a person that is unstable, someone who can’t control there self around other people
My mum nearly killed me when I was 16. I thought she was psycho.
It turns out that karma really is that proverbial bitch.
My girl, she’s nearly 16, is making me look like I’m some kind of meglomanic demon from a Wes Craven flick; I keeep checkig the mirror for signs of physical change.
Makes me wonder if my sweet Grandma was psycho.
This place is very psychotic. People are psycho. Psycho is a funny word. I wonder where it came from. Psychology perhaps. But even that’s a weird one. Maybe its latin for crazy or mental. You can be louca. I think that means psycho in another language to. Spanish and Portugese. Pagal is the hindi word. I wonder what it is in Panda language
This place is very psychotic. People are psycho. Psycho is a funny word. I wonder where it came from. Psychology perhaps. But even that’s a weird one. Maybe its latin for crazy or mental. You can be louca. I think that means psycho in another language to. Spanish and Portugese. Pagal is the hindi word. I wonder what it is in Panda language.
a mad man.-_- Nay a man who just sees the world in a different way, His own way.Shaped by trauma,drugs etc.A freedom of the mind and the sensible restrictions of the normal man.A freedom no one craves.Such is the life of those who truly feel psychotic.
i felt like A PSYCHO WHEN I WAS a teenager. I think all teenagers go through that phase when you feel every one on this earth hates you and is working against you. As i grew up I understood the meaning of the word and the seriousness it involves. A pyscho needs help
At my right was, at it should rightly be, a knife. A clean blade, thoroughly washed one hour before. Tools of my trade. It was honed, I took regular care of these, regardless of future plans. In two words: always prepared.
Psycho? What’s that? Oh well, I’ll talk about physiotherapy. i wan’t to be a horse physiotherapist one day. (Does psycho have something to do with nerdy?)
crazy
loud
door
cracked
angery
dont tuch me
scream
shout
chain saw
bang
gun
illness
crazy
annoyed
love
broken
lover
“You’re a psycho!” I scream at him.
He stares at me, smirking as he holds the dagger. “Oh, but it takes one to know one, sweetheart.”
Ah yes, he says the word as though he has been walking inside my head, as though my head is a forest, calm in the crisp fall air, where the trees have begun to relinquish their leaves but the ground has not yet begun to embrace them in their throngs. He says it softly, and with that same calm as forest air, still as tree who watch with no morals, who do not judge, I hear it: “psycho”.
Psycho was on TV this past weekend; BBC America was having a mini marathon. I was going to watch it but…let’s be real. That was an idea that passed through my mind and just as quickly passed by. I’m too much of a chicken to watch that, plus I like taking showers and don’t want that ruined.
A psycho is someone who scares me. Who knows what they will do. I suppose it’s their unpredictability more than anything that gets me. I have seen some truly weird stuff in my years. Sometimes I think my dog is psycho. The he looks at me makes me wonder what he is thinking.
am i being psycho? i feel really down. no one to turn to. to run to. nobody is there for me.
I’m sick of pleasing people. of running after goals after goals.
I yelled you’re a psycho and he ran screaming from the room. Hands flailing, yelling and screaming, proving that he was in fact a psycho. I pulled myself up from the ground, rubbing my cheek from where his hand had just whacked me. It had hurt but who was I to complain? I did, in a way ask for it, quite literally.
once is went to a insaine asilum there were rows and rows psyco people from psycho killers the just plain psycho people every one was there for the same reason they were all psychos
crazy insane wacko weird coo coo bananas
Sometime, I question my self that is it fair to term someone psycho. May be we are just not able to understand them because they are more intelligent than us. From their point of view may be we are psycho. To me psycho is a bad word which we use to label someone which we find difficult to understand.
Psychology was something of interest to me when in college, but unfortunately I never had the chance to pursue it. Abnormal psychology was of greater interest because of personal experiences. All psychopaths and psychological illness would be under that category.
He ran at them, knife in hand. They tried to get close to him so that they could remove the apple of discord from his stomach but there was no lucky
“Well,” I breathed. “This has been a day. A tremendously difficult, sporadic, psychotic day. It’s been a day when I’ve questioned everything and yet received no answer besides the fact that two plus two still f***ing equals four. And through it all, I’ve stared into the madness once again of teenage spirit, something I thought I had finally grown out of. But it’s back. Dear God in Heaven, the damn thing’s back.”
Crazy! Nothing more than random craziness. It’s up, it’s down. It’s over here and over there. I’m hearing those voices all over again. They are telling me to stop writing.
The conversation turned to domestic abuse. Charlotte had been championed to develop a program to assist victims within her workplace but she was unsure of the merit of such an idea. ‘Its such a personal thing’ she explained ‘I don’t know what we can do as employers to help.’
I was all too familiar of the long lasting effects, the mental paralysis, the anxiety attacks, the diminishing of confidence, the headaches, the heartache, the suicidal thoughts. I also knew it wasn’t something you were prone to confess. Being abused by a psycho like my brother was something you kept close to your chest, something you carried around around like a shadow, like a silent ghost. It haunted you endlessly but no one else was likely to believe it was there. So you kept mum for fear of being judged a fool.
I ran through the bush as crowds of people followed me to a corner physcho they shouted as their torches burned through my retnas I looked at the crowd and saw familiar faces my family had turned on me too I culdnt stand it so I jumped down and dove in the dark lake I live there now all alone their shouting still ringing in my ears like an ongoing bell one day I will come back and they will regret what they did to me
Mr. Hyde, from the story of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, a psychopath who doesn’t have control over his actions.
Crazed, insane, abnormal — I’ve heard it all before. They call me a psycho, but really I’m just different from you and yours. I enjoy to run and be free and not be stuck sitting in my box with the chains around my ankles asking for scraps from the table. It’s too bad my kind can’t get any credit for the upset we cause nowadays. We use to be heroes, conquers, and now we’re just villains.
There was this one night at grandpa’s house — I heard a cow making the most violent and most creepy scream you could ever heard. And then I noticed; the kangaroo was killing everybody.
There was this one time in Spanish classroom — I was just sitting in the front seat because I was ready to start the class but then I started hearing intense screaming from the hallway. It was the psycho principal of the school making a bloodshed here and there! There was only one thing to do…
I don’t really know what to write about this word, because I don’t know much about it. I know that this word describes a crazy person who is really mean. So that is really all I have to say about it.
I remember the movie and it’s still scary today. People screamed at the shower scene so bad. The rest of the movie wasn’t the bad, but that shower scene sure is.