Sarah smiled sweetly and looked at King Timothy. She asked him, “How do you like it?”
The king choked and sputtered as he gulped down another forkful. “Christ,” he said, “that’s like licking the anus of a dysentery-laden wombat!” He wouldn’t admit it, but this was the best damned lasagna she’d ever made him.
I admit that I flip scripts in feeble attempt to mend the rifts between who I am and who I am not. Continually caught in the dichotomy. Seeking a mending that is not pure philosophy.
Okay… so I admit… I’ve already written about his marvelous word today. I wrote it before I signed up for the website… Does this make me a bad person?
Just tell me the truth… does it?! AHHHHHHHHH!!! Hahahah sorry…. Done right about now.
I admit to the scripts that fill the rift the void that got me paranoid devoid of the intimacy. Paranoid proclivity for aversion. A perversion of my love. I don’t want to hurt nobody.
I have to admit. I’m just a poor thinker when I’m put on edge. Admitting that is a huge feat for someone as young as I am. It’s not that I don’t love improv…. I DO! I really do… but as I admitted before, I’m just not well at it when it comes to writing improv. I could speak for hours while improving… but to write, I need a little more thought behind it. I guess that’s the woe of beign a Thespian. But… I’m also a writer…. how does that tie in with my lack of improv skills with writing? Geez… I’m fucked up, eh? -chuckle- Oh well… has it been a minute yet?
Admit can be good or bad. If you’re admitting something you’ve done wrong, it’s not normally something you look forward to. Sometimes, you admit your feelings towards someone. That can be fun. Admitting anything, good or bad, is usually a relief. It’s been dying to get out, admitting sets it free.
I admit I was wrong, most of my past. I can’t admit I’m sorry though. I have no regrets. You should admit you like me though. I’m not an idiot. I admit I hope you read this.
Ok I admit… I love him. so much so in fact that i am going to marry him. and possibly bear his children. I cannot wait. time is moving so slowly and I think it’s going to drive me batty.
I don’t admit the things I should. Let it cluster fuck inside my head until finally it all implodes. I wonder if I’ll die from guilt and lies, secrets and denial. If only I could show my true self to the one I love the most.
I would never confess. To admit to the lie would be a fallacy. I had to keep my head on my square shoulders. Yet he looked at me, and I could see clearly he saw the lie etched upon my malleable face.
Ok. Fine. I’ll admit it. I am very curious about girls. Even though I have a boyfriend. I still want to know what its like to “be” with a girl. I am not a lesbian. I am just want to know what its like. And I don’t think its a bad thing either. Not to mention I think many other people have the same desires they just don’t ever act on them. I will do it.
I admitted to myself that it was time to stop procrastinating, and to start writing again. There was so much inside that was aching to get out. Aching to be shared with the world. I was someone filled with dreams and laughter and inspiration. And it was time everyone knew that.
I must admit that writing on the spot freaks me out; I feel like I have to write something all deep and meaningful in sixty seconds and that I won’t be able to do it and judging from what I’ve written and the fact that there’s 5 seconds left I guess it was warranted.
One should never admit the whole of their flaws at once. Indeed, one should acknowledge them, and one should always apologize to those wronged because of such flaws, and one should strive to remove their flaws in cases where they do hurt, but to admit them all at once is a dangerous thing, as the one admitted to can destroy you with this knowledge.
i got admitted to premier institutes all my life, i have never been admitted to a hospital….though i have been there many times…thg enurses are hot, but the food sucs,it’s damn cold man…..how do they expect someone to recover after consuming such ashoole food. i wont.
they should improve the quaity of the food.
Admit it! despite your sudo-bohemian apperance and vaugly leftist doctine of beliefs you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn’t read in any trendy new york underground fashion magizine. prototypical no conformist!
Confusion: admit one. The life left unexamined sits in shallows, adrift but scraping the bottom, blown on by the slightest cold breeze. Skittering now across ice.
ADMIT.
i admit that i love you, but i’m afraid to be with you because i don’t want to lose you as my best friend. i’d die without you.
i give too much to people, i don’t have much left.
i wish i could give you all of me..i’m sorry. i admit that.
It’s hard to admit the follies of one’s mistakes. Admitting is partial to accepting the redundancy of past regret. Admitting is the hardest thing to do in life. Apologizing for those admissions and moving on is the only way to truly live.
I’ll never admit that the first day I met you I loved you. I’ll never admit that it was your smile and the way you laughed that caught my attention. I’ll never admit that I never felt awkward or insecure around you. I’ll never admit that you are the person I dream about marrying. I’ll never admit.
I admit i was wrong when I thought i could do this. When i thought I could just see my old friends again and think they would just accept em back in. I’m different. They are different. But I aam completely changed from who I used to be. I am a better person and can’t go back to being who I was. But I also miss them too much.
Admit it. Admit it. Admit it, I kept saying to myself in the quiet of the chamber. The headmistress turned her stern gaze on every one of us boys as she looked across the assembled chairs. I gulped, and opened my motuh. “I -“
i don’t ever want to admit that i am wrong with what i have done. i don’t ever want to tell you that you were right even though you are. it’s not fair to me or you for what i’ve done, and i apologize for that, but it’s just the true fucking facts.
just like it’s true that i am going to admit to you once and for all that i absolutely hate you and everything you’ve ever done to me, even if i’m in the wrong too.
I’ve gotta admit that you’re adorable. And annoying. Incredibly annoying. And incredibly adorable. How does that even work? I like your smile, and your laugh and I don’t know what to do.
That i hate my job even if i say that i like it.
That i’m tired of my life, i want a new one.
That i hate this country so bad.
That i want so much more.
That i’m scared cuz i don’t know what to do with my life
I will admit that things are slightly different than I wanted them to be. I wanted to be single. Well, that’s a lie. I never wanted to be single. I just wanted to be happy, and I wanted others to be happy to. I guess everyone is happy, but that’s because they don’t know what is really going on.
I’ll admit, I hate you. I know what you’ve done. I know what we did. Playing your games to keep you pacified, smiling and nodding so that no one else knew. And now? I don’t play anymore. And so you threw me out. You have no use for spoilsports. I have no use for sore losers.
admit to me how you feel. God, some times I get so frustrated with you. Girls are so confusing. At one point they’ll tell you how much they care and then turn around and act like a crazy person… Damn.
i admit that sometimes im not perfect. i admit that i have hated you so much it hurt. i admit that you annoy me 24/7, i admit that i regret ever opening myself up to you, i regret a lot of things. i regret to inform you, i won’t miss you when you’re gone.
im tired of this word.
one day i just got tired of all the people admitting themselves around me.
im sick. and tired.
just stop pushing me to be someone i am not.
i hate you.
i admit i can really be a downer sometimes… well most of the time at that.
you see i have manic depression and i don’t like to admit it. but there i said it.
loaded word. dont always know how to do so. what is admitting anyway? who does it matter most to admit anything to? how can you admit to others what you cant even admit to yourself? hard to do. so hard. when you dont trust yourself, how can you admit anything if you lack the backbone to bb
I will admit that things are slightly different than I wanted them to be. I wanted to be single. Well, that’s a lie. I never wanted to be single. I just wanted to be happy, and I wanted others to be happy to. I guess everyone is happy. They just don’t really know it yet.
The day i admitted to you my love, I’d never forget. The way you brushed aside my hair, the way you made me forget everything else. To think I could hardly russle up the courage to tell you. To think I might have gone on living the bland like I once had without you.
Sarah smiled sweetly and looked at King Timothy. She asked him, “How do you like it?”
The king choked and sputtered as he gulped down another forkful. “Christ,” he said, “that’s like licking the anus of a dysentery-laden wombat!” He wouldn’t admit it, but this was the best damned lasagna she’d ever made him.
I admit that I flip scripts in feeble attempt to mend the rifts between who I am and who I am not. Continually caught in the dichotomy. Seeking a mending that is not pure philosophy.
Okay… so I admit… I’ve already written about his marvelous word today. I wrote it before I signed up for the website… Does this make me a bad person?
Just tell me the truth… does it?! AHHHHHHHHH!!! Hahahah sorry…. Done right about now.
i admit that you are not at all what i expected. you’re kind, handsome, and intelligent. you are nothing like me.
i admit, you’re beautiful.
I never like to admit when I have done wrong yet I get angry when people don’t admit that they did wrong. Shit is fucked up.
I admit to the scripts that fill the rift the void that got me paranoid devoid of the intimacy. Paranoid proclivity for aversion. A perversion of my love. I don’t want to hurt nobody.
I have to admit. I’m just a poor thinker when I’m put on edge. Admitting that is a huge feat for someone as young as I am. It’s not that I don’t love improv…. I DO! I really do… but as I admitted before, I’m just not well at it when it comes to writing improv. I could speak for hours while improving… but to write, I need a little more thought behind it. I guess that’s the woe of beign a Thespian. But… I’m also a writer…. how does that tie in with my lack of improv skills with writing? Geez… I’m fucked up, eh? -chuckle- Oh well… has it been a minute yet?
Admit can be good or bad. If you’re admitting something you’ve done wrong, it’s not normally something you look forward to. Sometimes, you admit your feelings towards someone. That can be fun. Admitting anything, good or bad, is usually a relief. It’s been dying to get out, admitting sets it free.
I admit I was wrong, most of my past. I can’t admit I’m sorry though. I have no regrets. You should admit you like me though. I’m not an idiot. I admit I hope you read this.
Ok I admit… I love him. so much so in fact that i am going to marry him. and possibly bear his children. I cannot wait. time is moving so slowly and I think it’s going to drive me batty.
your pseudo bohemian appearance and faintly leftist doctrine of beliefs adfjalskdfjaljkfaljkdf admit it! -Say Anything
I don’t admit the things I should. Let it cluster fuck inside my head until finally it all implodes. I wonder if I’ll die from guilt and lies, secrets and denial. If only I could show my true self to the one I love the most.
I would never confess. To admit to the lie would be a fallacy. I had to keep my head on my square shoulders. Yet he looked at me, and I could see clearly he saw the lie etched upon my malleable face.
Ok. Fine. I’ll admit it. I am very curious about girls. Even though I have a boyfriend. I still want to know what its like to “be” with a girl. I am not a lesbian. I am just want to know what its like. And I don’t think its a bad thing either. Not to mention I think many other people have the same desires they just don’t ever act on them. I will do it.
I admitted to myself that it was time to stop procrastinating, and to start writing again. There was so much inside that was aching to get out. Aching to be shared with the world. I was someone filled with dreams and laughter and inspiration. And it was time everyone knew that.
blame
truth
honesty
I wish I could admit it.
I wish you could admit it.
I have hard time telling you, any body.
Respect
I must admit that writing on the spot freaks me out; I feel like I have to write something all deep and meaningful in sixty seconds and that I won’t be able to do it and judging from what I’ve written and the fact that there’s 5 seconds left I guess it was warranted.
One should never admit the whole of their flaws at once. Indeed, one should acknowledge them, and one should always apologize to those wronged because of such flaws, and one should strive to remove their flaws in cases where they do hurt, but to admit them all at once is a dangerous thing, as the one admitted to can destroy you with this knowledge.
i got admitted to premier institutes all my life, i have never been admitted to a hospital….though i have been there many times…thg enurses are hot, but the food sucs,it’s damn cold man…..how do they expect someone to recover after consuming such ashoole food. i wont.
they should improve the quaity of the food.
Admit it! despite your sudo-bohemian apperance and vaugly leftist doctine of beliefs you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn’t read in any trendy new york underground fashion magizine. prototypical no conformist!
Confusion: admit one. The life left unexamined sits in shallows, adrift but scraping the bottom, blown on by the slightest cold breeze. Skittering now across ice.
ADMIT.
i admit that i love you, but i’m afraid to be with you because i don’t want to lose you as my best friend. i’d die without you.
i give too much to people, i don’t have much left.
i wish i could give you all of me..i’m sorry. i admit that.
It’s hard to admit the follies of one’s mistakes. Admitting is partial to accepting the redundancy of past regret. Admitting is the hardest thing to do in life. Apologizing for those admissions and moving on is the only way to truly live.
I’ll never admit that the first day I met you I loved you. I’ll never admit that it was your smile and the way you laughed that caught my attention. I’ll never admit that I never felt awkward or insecure around you. I’ll never admit that you are the person I dream about marrying. I’ll never admit.
I admit i was wrong when I thought i could do this. When i thought I could just see my old friends again and think they would just accept em back in. I’m different. They are different. But I aam completely changed from who I used to be. I am a better person and can’t go back to being who I was. But I also miss them too much.
Admit it. Admit it. Admit it, I kept saying to myself in the quiet of the chamber. The headmistress turned her stern gaze on every one of us boys as she looked across the assembled chairs. I gulped, and opened my motuh. “I -“
i don’t ever want to admit that i am wrong with what i have done. i don’t ever want to tell you that you were right even though you are. it’s not fair to me or you for what i’ve done, and i apologize for that, but it’s just the true fucking facts.
just like it’s true that i am going to admit to you once and for all that i absolutely hate you and everything you’ve ever done to me, even if i’m in the wrong too.
sorry, bitch.
I’ve gotta admit that you’re adorable. And annoying. Incredibly annoying. And incredibly adorable. How does that even work? I like your smile, and your laugh and I don’t know what to do.
I admit I am a sinner. I use fowl languge very often and don’t always make the right decisions. I also admit that i need to go to church more often.
That i hate my job even if i say that i like it.
That i’m tired of my life, i want a new one.
That i hate this country so bad.
That i want so much more.
That i’m scared cuz i don’t know what to do with my life
I will admit that things are slightly different than I wanted them to be. I wanted to be single. Well, that’s a lie. I never wanted to be single. I just wanted to be happy, and I wanted others to be happy to. I guess everyone is happy, but that’s because they don’t know what is really going on.
I’ll admit, I hate you. I know what you’ve done. I know what we did. Playing your games to keep you pacified, smiling and nodding so that no one else knew. And now? I don’t play anymore. And so you threw me out. You have no use for spoilsports. I have no use for sore losers.
admit to me how you feel. God, some times I get so frustrated with you. Girls are so confusing. At one point they’ll tell you how much they care and then turn around and act like a crazy person… Damn.
i admit that sometimes im not perfect. i admit that i have hated you so much it hurt. i admit that you annoy me 24/7, i admit that i regret ever opening myself up to you, i regret a lot of things. i regret to inform you, i won’t miss you when you’re gone.
im tired of this word.
one day i just got tired of all the people admitting themselves around me.
im sick. and tired.
just stop pushing me to be someone i am not.
i hate you.
i admit i can really be a downer sometimes… well most of the time at that.
you see i have manic depression and i don’t like to admit it. but there i said it.
loaded word. dont always know how to do so. what is admitting anyway? who does it matter most to admit anything to? how can you admit to others what you cant even admit to yourself? hard to do. so hard. when you dont trust yourself, how can you admit anything if you lack the backbone to bb
I will admit that things are slightly different than I wanted them to be. I wanted to be single. Well, that’s a lie. I never wanted to be single. I just wanted to be happy, and I wanted others to be happy to. I guess everyone is happy. They just don’t really know it yet.
The day i admitted to you my love, I’d never forget. The way you brushed aside my hair, the way you made me forget everything else. To think I could hardly russle up the courage to tell you. To think I might have gone on living the bland like I once had without you.
oh, andre.