thats me always and ever thats what was and is what is what is wrong? never mind that what is right? Don’t forget this you’ll die trying. you can fool me by hitting the back button then you could go on forever or at least another 60 seconds that is about all wrong now isn’t it? wrong is a question that is never answered….
this answer is wrong its so wrong throughout the whole world so many rights do not create a wrong whats wrong with you why are you not the same what is really wrong anyway? who says that you are wrong if you feel that you are right also
It’s wrong to think of you, your eyes, your mind, your heart that beats to the crescendo of life. Where could I find the viola that played to our love song? Stalking isn’t a crime, yet a mere moral injustice.
This can’t be defined. The hole infinite. I miss you mom. It’s not wrong to be angry. Any god is worthy of worship. What’s wrong is the hate, and forgetting that you are part of me too. It’s wrong to push and pull and mold an make of othersbwhat you will. It isn’t wrong to hurt, it isn’t wrong to be sad or lonely or any feeling for that matter…. It’s just wrong to think you are worth more than somebody else.
Wrong is supposedly the opposite of right. This not is a black and white world wrong can mean a billion things. However, I do know one thing. My husband is always wrong. That is all.
she was so wrong. she thought she had done everything right. but it was all a huge mess, a mess she couldn’t fix, as hard as she tried. an as the tears ran down her face, wrong was all she could think of. wrong now, wrong before and probably wrong after this.
I wasn’t right, that much was certain. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get them to see things my way. As far as they were concerned, I could know the answer to every question ever asked about anything and it wouldn’t matter. The satisfaction of them being right was too much — they loved when I was wrong.
It wasn’t that it was wrong, but it was most certainly the best answer. After mulling over a few choices (first B then A then I’m stupid) it was the one that the pencil landed on first. Rage. That was the real first sentence in the epic poem of the Iliad.
The cold waves of obvious, loud disappointment rippled through her. She had been in the wrong. His new-found distance was sending shivers down her spine, altering the rhythm of her heart, she was sure. Right? She was in the wrong for doing this? Previous logic had decidedly said she was right. Now? His tensed body, down-cast blue eyes, screamed she was an evil, poisonous to the soul. Something inside her ripped. The same thing that beneath his wary pose that was now in shatters.
You are wrong, I am right. Why are you always so wrong, are you stupid? Why are you so stupid? God I hate stupid people. They are so stupid. Fat people are stupid a lot. I don’t like fat people. Why are fat people so obnoxious. I ask a lot of questions. questions lead to answers. I have all the answers.
Wrong. Wrong is not a word to be confused with right. Although, the wrong is so often confused with the right, what difference do the words make? Actually, they make all the difference. Words make the difference in this world. Sure what you say can hit someone pretty hard, but what you write…well that can never be erased. So should you say the wrong thing, but write the right one? Well, the thing is, who is to determine what is right and what is wrong, written or said? Who? No one. Everyone. Who knows? Don’t dwell on these questions, because if you attempt to answer them, you will find yourself wrong.
What I do is not wrong. Just because I enjoy marijuana and masterbating to hot girls online does not make me wrong. in fact wrong is subjective, wrong does not exist unless you let it. It is a fake concept made by the controllers of our society who want to flock us in like sheep. It is a discrace that it is allowed.
Some would say it was wrong, what they did, how they acted. But they knew. None of them would be complete if one of them were not in the equation. She loved them both, too much to choose; they cared for her enough that they were able to put their animosity aside, and with time it faded, revealing the other emotion that had been hidden away.
And, well, now here they were. And they couldn’t imagine how long they had gotten by apart.
It was wrong of me to think this way, because I knew that she would never make a mistake. But I couldn’t help but continue hoping that maybe she had an typo error, maybe it was the fact that she had been tired yesterday. After all, she was rearing a kid. That could be pretty exhausting sometimes. So, here I am, continuing to hope with all my power that right now, she has made some kind of mistake and that I will see her on Friday and that she will fix this for me.
i’ve done a lot of wrong.
making it right is the difficult part.
i understand that you dont want me anymore
but why cant you just say so?
doesnt that make you wrong as well?
“You’re wrong,” Axel growled at Caleb.
“At least I tried to figure it out Axel. All you did was wait for Marcy to get the right answer and then you stole it off her computer,” Caleb snorted.
“Where is your proof, Caleb?” Axel sneered.
“Actually, Axel, I recommended that Marcy install video cameras in her office. Came in handy, didn’t they?”
Axel’s face turned white. This time, he was wrong.
i was wrong. i was ALL WRONG. i know it now. she didn’t deserve me, she never has and she never will. now that i think on it, SHE was wrong. SHE was wrong to make me do what i did. she should have known that i was in love with you. SHE WAS WRONG. i love you and i’ve never stopped. so then, I was wrong. I WAS WRONG to leave you. I WAS WRONG. i can’t blame anyone but myself because i have never been more wrong being away from you.
I was wrong. It dawned on me so suddenly. Rose was right..she has been right this whole time I had been arguing. She knew it. She was always right. I was so deep in now..how would I come out with my reputation?
Wait what? i dont understand. what is wrong? i dont think any one is wrong. i dont think there are any wrong actions, or ideas. i think bad things happen when someone does s
What do you mean I am wrong of course I am not wrong? I saw that man hit that dog
Last night on my way home from work and not stop. For goodness sake do something.
wrong is a strange word… it is so demeaning these days, positive self righteous zealots have given it erroneous weight. wrong is a state of being. it is an educational experience. to be wrong is not bad, though hundreds of overly optimistic minds would have you believe so. it’s okay to be wrong!
You are wrong about me. I am wrong about you. We are wrong about everything we have ever known. But doesn’t that make us right? If I say you are right does that make me wrong? If I say you are wrong, does that make me right? No. Two wrongs don’t make a right.
wrong is a way of life. so much of what is done or what we do is wrong, incorrect, silly, stupid pointless makes you wonder if there is truly a right way to do anything. maybe there isnt
is the word that comes out of my mouth when i know that someone is right.. it makes me happy to make a tear fall out of an eye.. my name is that i know youve heard.. belsebubbbbbbbbbbbb light bult light off in your dome? i like it when you fallll off your high, i like to make the angels sigh in dissapointment.
I was wrong. Completely wrong about everything…. I thought I was such a good person, I never hurt anyone, I never offended. Yet looking toward heaven, I was still an imperfect being. Only Jesus’ blood could rid me of the lies I told, the secret thoughts I had, the bitter spirit that consumed me. Only through Jesus could I get to heaven. Not by my ability or goodness.
My answers were wrong. Two, to be exact, make my mark 8% from perfect. I did good. I studied only for around an hour total, while some studied for four.
opposite of right. incorrect. everything. confusing. difficult. children. old people. the world. turn. dyslexia. calling someone an incorrect name. getting lost. not following directions. lack of attention span. eating meat. being left handed. not following the flow of foot traffic. math.
I hate feeling wronged. It kills me. What did I do wrong. I asked for help and you made me feel wrong. What’s the point. I am not wrong. I am right. I am righter than you ever are. I will be amazing. Just you wait. One day I will be the boss and you will be my slave. Just remember, I am stronger in my soul than I am on the outside.
Wrong. Wrong is just, well… it’s just wrong! Can I use this as past tense of wring? I’ve spent the last 20 years trying to prove I’m not wrong. Can’t we forget this word?
There is nothing wrong with being wrong, thats how everyone learns. from being wrong no wait thats mistakes. Oh well i guess you can say the same thing the are the same in a way.
Anything and everything is wrong in someones eyes. Its not up to you. Sometimes your wrong and you think your right. That hurts when you know your wrong, I always like being right never wrong, but i dont want to be a know it all.
You’re so unbelievably wrong. I cant believe how much of a jerk you can be. But you know what else is wrong? How I’m sitting here crying again because of the same old thing. I hate this. I hate me. I hate you. Everything is all wrong.. I dont even want to be alive anymore… I’m done… Is that wrong…?
I’m always wrong. But then again, who decides what’s wrong and what’s right? I guess it’s a morality thing? I don’t know. I think we all need to cut each other a break sometimes….we all have our moments, and we can all be wrong, though most people wont admit it. I hate when people wont admit they were wrong.
whats wrong? what do you think is wrong? am i wrong? are you wrong? is the world wrong? i think that people over use the word “wrong”. they have too. what is wrong? i think everything was and is supposed to happen, so what can be wrong? nothing is wrong, everything is meant to be what it is. everything is perfect.
I’m wrong about a lot of things, but at least I know when I’ve made a mistake. I often have a hard time admitting to being wrong just like everyone else, but sometimes I let those feelings of pride and always wanting to be in the right cloud my mind and take control. I suppose it depends on your perspective at looking at things, because one person’s definition of wrong may be another’s definition of right. So who knows what’s really wrong and really right?
to be wrong is to be right. whenever others have said that you’re doing it wrnog actually means that you are thinking differently then them. in the end, i think we can all feel the same when we want to fit in. by dioing it differently, you are pointin out to them that they are different.
thats me always and ever thats what was and is what is what is wrong? never mind that what is right? Don’t forget this you’ll die trying. you can fool me by hitting the back button then you could go on forever or at least another 60 seconds that is about all wrong now isn’t it? wrong is a question that is never answered….
this answer is wrong its so wrong throughout the whole world so many rights do not create a wrong whats wrong with you why are you not the same what is really wrong anyway? who says that you are wrong if you feel that you are right also
It’s wrong to think of you, your eyes, your mind, your heart that beats to the crescendo of life. Where could I find the viola that played to our love song? Stalking isn’t a crime, yet a mere moral injustice.
This can’t be defined. The hole infinite. I miss you mom. It’s not wrong to be angry. Any god is worthy of worship. What’s wrong is the hate, and forgetting that you are part of me too. It’s wrong to push and pull and mold an make of othersbwhat you will. It isn’t wrong to hurt, it isn’t wrong to be sad or lonely or any feeling for that matter…. It’s just wrong to think you are worth more than somebody else.
Wrong is supposedly the opposite of right. This not is a black and white world wrong can mean a billion things. However, I do know one thing. My husband is always wrong. That is all.
she was so wrong. she thought she had done everything right. but it was all a huge mess, a mess she couldn’t fix, as hard as she tried. an as the tears ran down her face, wrong was all she could think of. wrong now, wrong before and probably wrong after this.
I wasn’t right, that much was certain. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get them to see things my way. As far as they were concerned, I could know the answer to every question ever asked about anything and it wouldn’t matter. The satisfaction of them being right was too much — they loved when I was wrong.
It wasn’t that it was wrong, but it was most certainly the best answer. After mulling over a few choices (first B then A then I’m stupid) it was the one that the pencil landed on first. Rage. That was the real first sentence in the epic poem of the Iliad.
The cold waves of obvious, loud disappointment rippled through her. She had been in the wrong. His new-found distance was sending shivers down her spine, altering the rhythm of her heart, she was sure. Right? She was in the wrong for doing this? Previous logic had decidedly said she was right. Now? His tensed body, down-cast blue eyes, screamed she was an evil, poisonous to the soul. Something inside her ripped. The same thing that beneath his wary pose that was now in shatters.
You are wrong, I am right. Why are you always so wrong, are you stupid? Why are you so stupid? God I hate stupid people. They are so stupid. Fat people are stupid a lot. I don’t like fat people. Why are fat people so obnoxious. I ask a lot of questions. questions lead to answers. I have all the answers.
Wrong. Wrong is not a word to be confused with right. Although, the wrong is so often confused with the right, what difference do the words make? Actually, they make all the difference. Words make the difference in this world. Sure what you say can hit someone pretty hard, but what you write…well that can never be erased. So should you say the wrong thing, but write the right one? Well, the thing is, who is to determine what is right and what is wrong, written or said? Who? No one. Everyone. Who knows? Don’t dwell on these questions, because if you attempt to answer them, you will find yourself wrong.
What I do is not wrong. Just because I enjoy marijuana and masterbating to hot girls online does not make me wrong. in fact wrong is subjective, wrong does not exist unless you let it. It is a fake concept made by the controllers of our society who want to flock us in like sheep. It is a discrace that it is allowed.
Some would say it was wrong, what they did, how they acted. But they knew. None of them would be complete if one of them were not in the equation. She loved them both, too much to choose; they cared for her enough that they were able to put their animosity aside, and with time it faded, revealing the other emotion that had been hidden away.
And, well, now here they were. And they couldn’t imagine how long they had gotten by apart.
“It’s not the only thing wrong with our relationship” she screamed
It was wrong of me to think this way, because I knew that she would never make a mistake. But I couldn’t help but continue hoping that maybe she had an typo error, maybe it was the fact that she had been tired yesterday. After all, she was rearing a kid. That could be pretty exhausting sometimes. So, here I am, continuing to hope with all my power that right now, she has made some kind of mistake and that I will see her on Friday and that she will fix this for me.
i’ve done a lot of wrong.
making it right is the difficult part.
i understand that you dont want me anymore
but why cant you just say so?
doesnt that make you wrong as well?
“You’re wrong,” Axel growled at Caleb.
“At least I tried to figure it out Axel. All you did was wait for Marcy to get the right answer and then you stole it off her computer,” Caleb snorted.
“Where is your proof, Caleb?” Axel sneered.
“Actually, Axel, I recommended that Marcy install video cameras in her office. Came in handy, didn’t they?”
Axel’s face turned white. This time, he was wrong.
i was wrong. i was ALL WRONG. i know it now. she didn’t deserve me, she never has and she never will. now that i think on it, SHE was wrong. SHE was wrong to make me do what i did. she should have known that i was in love with you. SHE WAS WRONG. i love you and i’ve never stopped. so then, I was wrong. I WAS WRONG to leave you. I WAS WRONG. i can’t blame anyone but myself because i have never been more wrong being away from you.
I was wrong. It dawned on me so suddenly. Rose was right..she has been right this whole time I had been arguing. She knew it. She was always right. I was so deep in now..how would I come out with my reputation?
people have all these ideas of things that are wrong.
Wait what? i dont understand. what is wrong? i dont think any one is wrong. i dont think there are any wrong actions, or ideas. i think bad things happen when someone does s
What do you mean I am wrong of course I am not wrong? I saw that man hit that dog
Last night on my way home from work and not stop. For goodness sake do something.
wrong is a strange word… it is so demeaning these days, positive self righteous zealots have given it erroneous weight. wrong is a state of being. it is an educational experience. to be wrong is not bad, though hundreds of overly optimistic minds would have you believe so. it’s okay to be wrong!
You are wrong about me. I am wrong about you. We are wrong about everything we have ever known. But doesn’t that make us right? If I say you are right does that make me wrong? If I say you are wrong, does that make me right? No. Two wrongs don’t make a right.
wrong is a way of life. so much of what is done or what we do is wrong, incorrect, silly, stupid pointless makes you wonder if there is truly a right way to do anything. maybe there isnt
is the word that comes out of my mouth when i know that someone is right.. it makes me happy to make a tear fall out of an eye.. my name is that i know youve heard.. belsebubbbbbbbbbbbb light bult light off in your dome? i like it when you fallll off your high, i like to make the angels sigh in dissapointment.
I was wrong. Completely wrong about everything…. I thought I was such a good person, I never hurt anyone, I never offended. Yet looking toward heaven, I was still an imperfect being. Only Jesus’ blood could rid me of the lies I told, the secret thoughts I had, the bitter spirit that consumed me. Only through Jesus could I get to heaven. Not by my ability or goodness.
My answers were wrong. Two, to be exact, make my mark 8% from perfect. I did good. I studied only for around an hour total, while some studied for four.
opposite of right. incorrect. everything. confusing. difficult. children. old people. the world. turn. dyslexia. calling someone an incorrect name. getting lost. not following directions. lack of attention span. eating meat. being left handed. not following the flow of foot traffic. math.
I hate feeling wronged. It kills me. What did I do wrong. I asked for help and you made me feel wrong. What’s the point. I am not wrong. I am right. I am righter than you ever are. I will be amazing. Just you wait. One day I will be the boss and you will be my slave. Just remember, I am stronger in my soul than I am on the outside.
We are law abiding men. We don’t own weapons of mass destruction.
I am sorry, my dear.
That?
Oh no. Uranium is smaller. It doesn’t have a shape, really. It’s just like… a rock.
What?
No, of course not.
Terrorism is for noobs.
Wrong. Wrong is just, well… it’s just wrong! Can I use this as past tense of wring? I’ve spent the last 20 years trying to prove I’m not wrong. Can’t we forget this word?
There is nothing wrong with being wrong, thats how everyone learns. from being wrong no wait thats mistakes. Oh well i guess you can say the same thing the are the same in a way.
Anything and everything is wrong in someones eyes. Its not up to you. Sometimes your wrong and you think your right. That hurts when you know your wrong, I always like being right never wrong, but i dont want to be a know it all.
You’re so unbelievably wrong. I cant believe how much of a jerk you can be. But you know what else is wrong? How I’m sitting here crying again because of the same old thing. I hate this. I hate me. I hate you. Everything is all wrong.. I dont even want to be alive anymore… I’m done… Is that wrong…?
I’m always wrong. But then again, who decides what’s wrong and what’s right? I guess it’s a morality thing? I don’t know. I think we all need to cut each other a break sometimes….we all have our moments, and we can all be wrong, though most people wont admit it. I hate when people wont admit they were wrong.
she might be making the wrong move, but she was too exhausted to care. jessie opened the powerful girl bar and licked it
whats wrong? what do you think is wrong? am i wrong? are you wrong? is the world wrong? i think that people over use the word “wrong”. they have too. what is wrong? i think everything was and is supposed to happen, so what can be wrong? nothing is wrong, everything is meant to be what it is. everything is perfect.
I’m wrong about a lot of things, but at least I know when I’ve made a mistake. I often have a hard time admitting to being wrong just like everyone else, but sometimes I let those feelings of pride and always wanting to be in the right cloud my mind and take control. I suppose it depends on your perspective at looking at things, because one person’s definition of wrong may be another’s definition of right. So who knows what’s really wrong and really right?
to be wrong is to be right. whenever others have said that you’re doing it wrnog actually means that you are thinking differently then them. in the end, i think we can all feel the same when we want to fit in. by dioing it differently, you are pointin out to them that they are different.