I can’t believe you were concerned when I started walking away from you. You didn’t think I would come back didn’t you? I wasn’t going to promise you or myself anything, because promises aren’t even real but now I’m back and I’m here and the longing in your eyes tells me you haven’t slept a real sleep since I’ve been away. You’re scared I’ll do it again and now I run into the wall of concern. I didn’t mean this to hurt you so.
Concern, it was all the filled his eyes. Maybe it was the blood spilling down from my forehead or the whiteness in my face but he knew. he knew this was goodbye. And i said mine, but only to myself as the last bit of life faded from me i tried to remember the beauty of it all… but all i could see was the concern.
i am very concerned for people who go to drive through funerals. it is very sad and a disrespectful thing to do to people who are dead. i hope this never happens to you or anyone you know. thank you for your time.
i am also concerned for obiesety in north america. it is a growing epidemic and needs to be stopped.
also crossing guards have feelings and need to be respected.
Letting down your eyes, your hair falls on the table. “I just don’t get it. Is it me?” I watch you slowly, carefully, as you wade inside your memories. “You care about other people so much”, I say. “It’s you, but it doesn’t have to be such a bad thing.”
The first thing that comes to my mind is concern for others. I tend to worry about my family and friends when I don’t hear from them in awhile. I try not to get too paranoid that something bad has happened to anyone, but I just feel better knowing that everyone is doing well. I guess it’s just my nature…
I’m most concern about my son’s upbringing. I fear he’ll grow up to become like his father and inherit his psychological problems, the very things which made me leave the man. I don’t want to be raising a pathological liar or pedophile. I want to nurture the shit out of that nature, NO…I WILL nurture that out of him. Genes be damned!
James looked his sister over with concern etched all over his features. She was pale. The bite on her arm was infected. Red lines spread out like spiderwebs up and down the length of her arm.
“Remember what the anchor man said on the news,” whispered James, “trauma to the cranium – the brain. That’s how we kill them. The bites turn them.”
Tears fell down his face as he spoke the words.
I am concerned with the amount of unprotected sex going on in our great nation. I recently found out that a girl I was slaying has HPV. Do I have HPV? What is HPV? Can I die? Some people are like, “Google it you dumb fuck.” I say, fuck Google. I can’t trust that shit. I don’t trust doctors either, they concern me. My only choice is to have unprotected sex and see if my mates get HPV.
I have no concern whatsoever for the state of this world. I’ve given up on all those red necks, complainers, do-gooders, money hungry street murchants and all others who would seek to make my life a misery. I’ve also given up on love. May she rest in peace.
it concerns me that you choose not to speak that often and no words your not around you are running away from me when im ready now its too late i shouldve maybe coukdve done it differently your so crazy sometimes but i love you
I am concerned about life in general my parents, their health, my health, my future health, employment or lack thereof. I am concerned that my daughter isn’t adjusting like I did when I was in college but she isn’t me and she is probably doing just fine.
I am concerned for myself right now, but hopefully it’ll pass. I feel bad when people are concerned for me because I don’t like it when people spend their time to look after lil’ ol’ me. I mean, it’s not like I’m that important that you have to worry about me, I’ll be just fine. c:
love can hurt but if it makes you happy, cherish every second of that special moment and forget about the pain. Just smile and live your life with no regrets.
I hope you don’t worry. Honestly. I think everything will be fine. I try to remember not to think too much but it never really works. And even when I remember I worry about forgetting. Just don’t worry about me, don’t be concerned. I’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Right? Nothing ever turns out differently than it was suppposed to.
Some people are too concerned about academics. Some too concerned with having fun before they have to start a life on their own without their parents. There are many different types of concern.
i am always concerned by everything and everybody. its hard for me to be concerend all the time. he downs the hell out of me. it sometimes makes me paranoid. but sometimes i guess its ok to be concerend.
Concern. That’s what they called the place, the place where all the “troubled kids” stayed. In reality, it was the town’s stigma, a place our parents told us not to go near. We were all for helping troubled kids, just not in our town. It was a small town, the kind where everybody says people look out for one another. And in some ways, they do. But not when they’re “outside” problems. That was strictly the business of Concern.
Are people really concerned today? Most people are happy to exist in their little bubble, no mind the guy next door, or the guy on the street with the flat tire. I find it difficult. I’d like to stop for everyone, but because of some bad people, though just a few in comparision to the rest of us, I can’t stop – what if they plan harm…I’m usually alone and I am a female.
I’m always so concerned about the people around me, that sometimes I forget to be concerned about myself. Or it’s switched around. Concern can damage you.
I wish you showed a bit more concern for me. I know you have it inside you but you never seem to express it on the outside. I wish you paid more attention to how I was feeling. I wish you seemed to care more. I wish you actually meant the things you said. But then again, who am I to complain?
It’s concerning how good I’ve gotten at lying. I’ve successfully convinced you that I wear my heart on my sleeve, but despite the smile on my face, my stomach still growls, loud and foaming at the rim.
i am concerned that i wont get a date for the debs. i know it’s a silly thing to be concerned about but i cant help it. i’m always concerned about something or other. i hate being concerned about everything. i’d rather just have fun and be carefree. i hate being the worrying friend who always has to be sensible and look after everyone.
i am concerned about high school. i stress over things to easy and think to much. i want to have but do well. my classes are hard and my teachers expect a lot out of me
I only feel genuine concern when there isn’t a tragedy. When the world isn’t necessarily in mortal danger. When there isn’t some random attack on USA’s life. Concern is a truly necessary feeling and emotion for humans to feel.
I’m concerned. I’m worried. Make it work. That skirt troubles me. Your jumpsuit troubles me. I’m concerned. This is a make it work moment. You have time management issues. You WERE going slow yesterday. I’m concerned. Make it work.
And it is a concern of mine, whether you think it concerns me or not. Does the worry that I carry not have any effect on what I should or should not be involved in?
Die Konzerne sind immer die Bösen. Sie wollen immer mehr Geld und Kapital ansammeln. Sie haben kein Mitleid und sehen nur ihren Profit. Das sagen jedenfalls manche. Für mich sind sie einfach nur … undurchsichtig. Ich wüsste gar nicht, was ich mit so viel Mitarbeitern und so viel Geld und so viel Gebäuden und Maschinen anfangen sollte.
I am concerned about my well being in school and with what’s going on in my life. I don’t think i’ll find the right person for me and that i’ll be able to even keep her interested in me. I’m also deeply concerned that I will never find a job or be successful in life if i feel like a screw up in college and it doesn’t help that everyone else out there is, as i perceive them to be, smarter than me.
i was concerned because i did really badly on my science test last week, and I got a C for my average in English. I stick in math and fail in history, what am i going to do?! I can’t wait for summer.
Have no concern of what tomorrow holds. Just be concerned for today. We have only today, no promise of tomorrow. So don’t concern yourself with what is to come. Enjoy the day. Enjoy this moment. Enjoy now!!! Let tomorrow worry for itself. Jesus made you for today. Love Him today. Rest in Him today. Don’t let your concerns overwhelm you. Cast all your cares on Him, for He cares for you… c: He is concerned about what concerns you.
It concerns me that life is somewhat complicated and my future is even more uncertain. It concerns me that I could be heading down a path to nowhere. I wish my life and it’s future didn’t concern me as much as it does.
There was a lot of time for me to think in my last year of university. Everything became an anxiety during those months, when textbooks grew heavier on my shoulders and essays grew longer. I began to wonder about things…strange things. Like whether or not I’d grow horns from my head. Or if the Soviet Union would return. I’ve heard from my grandfather, when he’s drunk, that that’s the beginning signs that you’re a conspiracy theorist.
“are you going to be all right?” she asks me so sweetly, so well rehearsed. her voice is dripping with mock concern. poisoned honey spread over stale toast.
I wasn’t concerned about it, not in the least. My friends’ anxiety only annoyed me. Because, really, what were the chances of there being an axe murderer hiding at a scout camp? I was more interested in the meteor shower we had come to observe. Of course, looking back, it seems the chances were not that negligable after all…
I can’t believe you were concerned when I started walking away from you. You didn’t think I would come back didn’t you? I wasn’t going to promise you or myself anything, because promises aren’t even real but now I’m back and I’m here and the longing in your eyes tells me you haven’t slept a real sleep since I’ve been away. You’re scared I’ll do it again and now I run into the wall of concern. I didn’t mean this to hurt you so.
Concern, it was all the filled his eyes. Maybe it was the blood spilling down from my forehead or the whiteness in my face but he knew. he knew this was goodbye. And i said mine, but only to myself as the last bit of life faded from me i tried to remember the beauty of it all… but all i could see was the concern.
i am very concerned for people who go to drive through funerals. it is very sad and a disrespectful thing to do to people who are dead. i hope this never happens to you or anyone you know. thank you for your time.
i am also concerned for obiesety in north america. it is a growing epidemic and needs to be stopped.
also crossing guards have feelings and need to be respected.
Letting down your eyes, your hair falls on the table. “I just don’t get it. Is it me?” I watch you slowly, carefully, as you wade inside your memories. “You care about other people so much”, I say. “It’s you, but it doesn’t have to be such a bad thing.”
The first thing that comes to my mind is concern for others. I tend to worry about my family and friends when I don’t hear from them in awhile. I try not to get too paranoid that something bad has happened to anyone, but I just feel better knowing that everyone is doing well. I guess it’s just my nature…
I’m most concern about my son’s upbringing. I fear he’ll grow up to become like his father and inherit his psychological problems, the very things which made me leave the man. I don’t want to be raising a pathological liar or pedophile. I want to nurture the shit out of that nature, NO…I WILL nurture that out of him. Genes be damned!
Jensen hung up the phone, the one he hadn’t even realized he’d owned until moments before. A look of concern swept over his face.
“Am I just thinking all of this is happening? What if I’m like some patient in a coma and am only living all this shit out in my head?”
James looked his sister over with concern etched all over his features. She was pale. The bite on her arm was infected. Red lines spread out like spiderwebs up and down the length of her arm.
“Remember what the anchor man said on the news,” whispered James, “trauma to the cranium – the brain. That’s how we kill them. The bites turn them.”
Tears fell down his face as he spoke the words.
i think about people alot, i concern who i need, who i care about. ill be cold if im not concering about something.
I am concerned with the amount of unprotected sex going on in our great nation. I recently found out that a girl I was slaying has HPV. Do I have HPV? What is HPV? Can I die? Some people are like, “Google it you dumb fuck.” I say, fuck Google. I can’t trust that shit. I don’t trust doctors either, they concern me. My only choice is to have unprotected sex and see if my mates get HPV.
I have no concern whatsoever for the state of this world. I’ve given up on all those red necks, complainers, do-gooders, money hungry street murchants and all others who would seek to make my life a misery. I’ve also given up on love. May she rest in peace.
no concern about concern, let’s try someting else, or maybe yes, can a concern be an ocupation in itself, if yes, why not? Where this text go anyway?
it concerns me that you choose not to speak that often and no words your not around you are running away from me when im ready now its too late i shouldve maybe coukdve done it differently your so crazy sometimes but i love you
I am concerned about life in general my parents, their health, my health, my future health, employment or lack thereof. I am concerned that my daughter isn’t adjusting like I did when I was in college but she isn’t me and she is probably doing just fine.
I am concerned for myself right now, but hopefully it’ll pass. I feel bad when people are concerned for me because I don’t like it when people spend their time to look after lil’ ol’ me. I mean, it’s not like I’m that important that you have to worry about me, I’ll be just fine. c:
love can hurt but if it makes you happy, cherish every second of that special moment and forget about the pain. Just smile and live your life with no regrets.
I hope you don’t worry. Honestly. I think everything will be fine. I try to remember not to think too much but it never really works. And even when I remember I worry about forgetting. Just don’t worry about me, don’t be concerned. I’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Right? Nothing ever turns out differently than it was suppposed to.
concern is when a mother worries about her teenage son or daughter being out late everyday and not knowing where they are or what they are doing.
Some people are too concerned about academics. Some too concerned with having fun before they have to start a life on their own without their parents. There are many different types of concern.
There is too much to be concerned about. Let it go for a few minutes every day. Relax. Breathe.
i am always concerned by everything and everybody. its hard for me to be concerend all the time. he downs the hell out of me. it sometimes makes me paranoid. but sometimes i guess its ok to be concerend.
Concern. That’s what they called the place, the place where all the “troubled kids” stayed. In reality, it was the town’s stigma, a place our parents told us not to go near. We were all for helping troubled kids, just not in our town. It was a small town, the kind where everybody says people look out for one another. And in some ways, they do. But not when they’re “outside” problems. That was strictly the business of Concern.
To whom it may concern,
Are people really concerned today? Most people are happy to exist in their little bubble, no mind the guy next door, or the guy on the street with the flat tire. I find it difficult. I’d like to stop for everyone, but because of some bad people, though just a few in comparision to the rest of us, I can’t stop – what if they plan harm…I’m usually alone and I am a female.
I’m always so concerned about the people around me, that sometimes I forget to be concerned about myself. Or it’s switched around. Concern can damage you.
I wish you showed a bit more concern for me. I know you have it inside you but you never seem to express it on the outside. I wish you paid more attention to how I was feeling. I wish you seemed to care more. I wish you actually meant the things you said. But then again, who am I to complain?
It’s concerning how good I’ve gotten at lying. I’ve successfully convinced you that I wear my heart on my sleeve, but despite the smile on my face, my stomach still growls, loud and foaming at the rim.
Deeply moved by one’s tragedies, life events, happenings, beliefs. An example of true humanness and friendship. Caring. Compassion. Understanding.
i am concerned that i wont get a date for the debs. i know it’s a silly thing to be concerned about but i cant help it. i’m always concerned about something or other. i hate being concerned about everything. i’d rather just have fun and be carefree. i hate being the worrying friend who always has to be sensible and look after everyone.
i am concerned about high school. i stress over things to easy and think to much. i want to have but do well. my classes are hard and my teachers expect a lot out of me
I only feel genuine concern when there isn’t a tragedy. When the world isn’t necessarily in mortal danger. When there isn’t some random attack on USA’s life. Concern is a truly necessary feeling and emotion for humans to feel.
I’m concerned. I’m worried. Make it work. That skirt troubles me. Your jumpsuit troubles me. I’m concerned. This is a make it work moment. You have time management issues. You WERE going slow yesterday. I’m concerned. Make it work.
And it is a concern of mine, whether you think it concerns me or not. Does the worry that I carry not have any effect on what I should or should not be involved in?
Die Konzerne sind immer die Bösen. Sie wollen immer mehr Geld und Kapital ansammeln. Sie haben kein Mitleid und sehen nur ihren Profit. Das sagen jedenfalls manche. Für mich sind sie einfach nur … undurchsichtig. Ich wüsste gar nicht, was ich mit so viel Mitarbeitern und so viel Geld und so viel Gebäuden und Maschinen anfangen sollte.
I am concerned about my well being in school and with what’s going on in my life. I don’t think i’ll find the right person for me and that i’ll be able to even keep her interested in me. I’m also deeply concerned that I will never find a job or be successful in life if i feel like a screw up in college and it doesn’t help that everyone else out there is, as i perceive them to be, smarter than me.
i was concerned because i did really badly on my science test last week, and I got a C for my average in English. I stick in math and fail in history, what am i going to do?! I can’t wait for summer.
Have no concern of what tomorrow holds. Just be concerned for today. We have only today, no promise of tomorrow. So don’t concern yourself with what is to come. Enjoy the day. Enjoy this moment. Enjoy now!!! Let tomorrow worry for itself. Jesus made you for today. Love Him today. Rest in Him today. Don’t let your concerns overwhelm you. Cast all your cares on Him, for He cares for you… c: He is concerned about what concerns you.
It concerns me that life is somewhat complicated and my future is even more uncertain. It concerns me that I could be heading down a path to nowhere. I wish my life and it’s future didn’t concern me as much as it does.
There was a lot of time for me to think in my last year of university. Everything became an anxiety during those months, when textbooks grew heavier on my shoulders and essays grew longer. I began to wonder about things…strange things. Like whether or not I’d grow horns from my head. Or if the Soviet Union would return. I’ve heard from my grandfather, when he’s drunk, that that’s the beginning signs that you’re a conspiracy theorist.
“are you going to be all right?” she asks me so sweetly, so well rehearsed. her voice is dripping with mock concern. poisoned honey spread over stale toast.
I wasn’t concerned about it, not in the least. My friends’ anxiety only annoyed me. Because, really, what were the chances of there being an axe murderer hiding at a scout camp? I was more interested in the meteor shower we had come to observe. Of course, looking back, it seems the chances were not that negligable after all…