Control is powerful. It can mean both negative and positive notations. Control to me has negative memories of life’s experiences that have lead me to live my life in a more freer manner.
She couldn’t do it. She had no self control any more. She ran. And she ran until she was at the tracks at the end of town, and she kept going. And going. Until she was two towns over and fell to the ground panting for breath. But she was free dammit. Free!
HA. Funny, Talking about control tonight. My dad is an alcoholic. I had sworn off alcohol. And here I am tonight. Just like my old man. Drinking..drinking..drinking to oblivion. Control. What an illusion.
control is the word on the keyboard. well the abbr. word at least.
we all like to control things in our life.
but it is an insane illusion.
the best one of them all.
just let go
so much more fun!
woo hoo!
“I’ve lost control, Captain!” The Captain was slightly phased. He had never been in a situation like this before. The Coatl were right on his tail, and it looked like there was no way out.
After a moment’s hesitation, the Captain grinned. He had never been in a situation he couldn’t figure out, and he wasn’t about to start now. “Turn the ship to port. I’ve got an idea.”
I have such intense control issues that I don’t know what to write right now. I want it to be perfect. Flawless. I want the words to be something more than just words. I want to control them. I want to be God. I want to create something. I am ashamed. I am. At a loss.
my father always wanted it. i never had it. i dont understand why he fought as feircly as he did for something he had all along. our faults follow our fathers. we lick our wounds of history, but end up repeating it.
control. i should have more control on what happens in my room. my roommate cant fucking have sex and smoke weed with her useless pathetic boyfriend. they can take they’re pathetic, sad lives elsewhere. i should bring up more courage to control their immature antics and be in control on my room.
Control is something that no one truly has. One may have the perception of control over something, but one unexpected variable changes and it goes spiraling in a direction they never foresaw.
Something I have nothing of. Something I want. Something I feel that I need. It’s what’s missing and yet what I don’t miss. The more you have, the less you have. The less you have, the more you need. We always need too much
Appetite control. Cruise control. So many different kinds of control. But the kind that baffles me? Controlling another person. Its hard enough to control my own life, why would i want to inflict that sort of pain on someone else…
freak mom dad asian people want to control you government wants to control you addictions control you love in the strongest of all of these things want to control you the joy division movie was called control i keep going back to addictions to controlling someone else to having to much control to the point where i keep going back to fix typos when it doesnt really matter. english ma
Her control was slipping through her fingers. She didn’t know whether she could hold it in as she watched the sly smirk spread across the man’s face like a vine creeping its way up a terrace.
How she hated that smirk. She was losing her control over it. Damn.
My mother and I have never had a relationship until I moved out. And up until I moved out, I felt like I had no control over anything. The only time my mother and I talked was when we were having screaming psychotic fights with one another because I was such a terrible kid. Now we speak all of the time and it’s all funny stories and catching up. I can’t wait to visit her on Monday.
this. I need this. I don’t think I want it but I do. It’s crazy how much this affects my life without me knowing it. Panic attacks? Yeah. Lack of this. It’s shitty. It’s why I need to feel life my life is organized or something. Like I’m a legit person doing legit things and I’m in control of all of it like a legit adult.
control. I can’t control myself. from procrastinating. from word-vomiting. it’s super hard, the hardest thing ever. I wish i could control myself. from staying up late. from eating too much at once. from being SUPER lazy and lethargic and just not having the strength to get up and do the simplest thing.
It’s something I can never loose. It will make me stressed and upset; my limbs will shake and my voice will raise and always yell something wrong and damnable that I can never make right. I need it.
Control. What a joke. Who has control? Does anybody ever really have control? We all like to think that we’re in control but seriously folks, control is illusive. Besides, who wants to be in control when it’s so much more fun being out of control. Just go with it. Or as Nike says, “Just do it!”
the issues that bind and keep us under the influence of their own self inflicting binds. creates fear, isolation, distrust and lack of clarity. stems from a lack of fear and is an attempt to play god when nothing can truly be controlled.
i have no self control. it’s like ive lost myself in an endless maze of self-doubt. i never know when to stop. its been too long since i can remember being in a relationship that didnt end in me going overboard. she loved me. but i couldnt stand her leaving me. i did this to myself.
the funny thing is that the only thing i want is the only thing i even try to control.
Control the world and you control yourself. I don’t like control. But I don’t have control either. Whoever is in control is not me. I’ve never had control and I don’t know that I want it. I just want to be happy and do what’s right but I don’t know if that’s possible.
I have to control my feelings for a long time. I have been wanting to pour my self onto someone so bad I’m avoiding the reality of it. How can I be free from this stupidity? Have to forget him now. He doesn’t remember me anymore. A thing from the past.
I have to control my feelings for a long time. I have been wanting to pour my self onto someone so bad I’m fear the reality of it. How can I be free from this stupidity? Have to forget him now.
How do we control ourselves when it comes to certain emotions? How do we control what we think about? How do we control our actions? What exactly is control? What elements of human nature do we need to be able to control things? Ever heard of self-control? How exactly does one maintain self-control?
I have no control over what I feel for him. I like him, and it’s horrible because my best friend likes him, and when he sang Elvis for me tonight my heart melted. Why is he doing this? She clearly likes him, but yet he texts me, talks to me, hugs me and not her, he goes to me. I don’t know why this is. I’m so confused. When I get a text I race to my phone hoping to see his name. *sigh* I don’t know anymore. I’m finally moving on i guess. I finally like someone that isn’t a total douche bag. Well, maybe he kind of is, but so many guys are that way. But I still like him. From the first time I heard him humming the Mario theme song I’ve liked him.
Control is having the power and influence over a situation. You are the master of whatever the situation may be. The power lies within your grasp and the result is purely from your influence.
women
ladies
girl
freak
control freak
stupid bitches
dumb bitches
stupid whores
dumb whores
controlling girlfriend
controlling cunt
controlling wife
controlling bitch
controlling bitches
shift
alt
del
ctrl alt del
control alt delete
he pinned me to the wall and kissed me. His hands firm on my hips, he pushed me to the bed and touched me til I moaned. He had the power here, and I couldn’t be more turned on
Control is an illusion. That’s what I saw on Facebook anyway. We have complete control over our minds and emotions, most people just find it difficult to realize that. Those people are the difference between the strong and the weak-minded.
Something many people lack. Something everyone needs, or wants. Something that people fall out of constantly. Something that people loose sight of. Something that dictators seem to need. Something that even the smallest living thing wants. One word that keeps showing up on this page.
“It’s all lies. Lies to control us. Lies to control the people, and lock us away in camps because she is scared of us. Scared of what we can do, what we could do.
sucks and i hate when my parents think they can control me i know its only a year and a half more bt this sucks and i hate it and i just feel like shit all the time it almost feels like i have nothing to look forward to like ever what am i supposed to do im in control of nothing !!!!
I lost control that night.
For the first time.
It was windy and dark. I was driving too fast, the music was too loud, and I didn’t spot the glow of headlights coming over the hill.
It was a dirt road…with freshly placed loose gravel. I swerved, fought for control, fishtailed all over the road. I saw Lindsey brace her hands against the dash as I yelled, “I’m losing control, we’re gonna hit the ditch!”
I hate control. It is a tool of the ugly-hearted and self-righteous. Only the wise understand how to use it. Control has the potential to destroy, and with that, eliminate.
On the other hand, controlling one’s own life is empowering. Carve your own future.
Control is powerful. It can mean both negative and positive notations. Control to me has negative memories of life’s experiences that have lead me to live my life in a more freer manner.
She couldn’t do it. She had no self control any more. She ran. And she ran until she was at the tracks at the end of town, and she kept going. And going. Until she was two towns over and fell to the ground panting for breath. But she was free dammit. Free!
HA. Funny, Talking about control tonight. My dad is an alcoholic. I had sworn off alcohol. And here I am tonight. Just like my old man. Drinking..drinking..drinking to oblivion. Control. What an illusion.
control is the word on the keyboard. well the abbr. word at least.
we all like to control things in our life.
but it is an insane illusion.
the best one of them all.
just let go
so much more fun!
woo hoo!
controolllllllllllllling.
ive had this before..so ill just say the word.
control.
controllled
controlling
controls
the control is important for survival of the fittest
“I’ve lost control, Captain!” The Captain was slightly phased. He had never been in a situation like this before. The Coatl were right on his tail, and it looked like there was no way out.
After a moment’s hesitation, the Captain grinned. He had never been in a situation he couldn’t figure out, and he wasn’t about to start now. “Turn the ship to port. I’ve got an idea.”
I just lost it. When everything suddenly comes available to you, money,whatever you’ve wanted. how can you not lose control?
I have such intense control issues that I don’t know what to write right now. I want it to be perfect. Flawless. I want the words to be something more than just words. I want to control them. I want to be God. I want to create something. I am ashamed. I am. At a loss.
my father always wanted it. i never had it. i dont understand why he fought as feircly as he did for something he had all along. our faults follow our fathers. we lick our wounds of history, but end up repeating it.
control. i should have more control on what happens in my room. my roommate cant fucking have sex and smoke weed with her useless pathetic boyfriend. they can take they’re pathetic, sad lives elsewhere. i should bring up more courage to control their immature antics and be in control on my room.
Control is something that no one truly has. One may have the perception of control over something, but one unexpected variable changes and it goes spiraling in a direction they never foresaw.
love
forgive.
wait
sleep
eat
look
listen
pray
hold
fight
go
free
day
good
fulfilled life
Something I have nothing of. Something I want. Something I feel that I need. It’s what’s missing and yet what I don’t miss. The more you have, the less you have. The less you have, the more you need. We always need too much
Appetite control. Cruise control. So many different kinds of control. But the kind that baffles me? Controlling another person. Its hard enough to control my own life, why would i want to inflict that sort of pain on someone else…
freak mom dad asian people want to control you government wants to control you addictions control you love in the strongest of all of these things want to control you the joy division movie was called control i keep going back to addictions to controlling someone else to having to much control to the point where i keep going back to fix typos when it doesnt really matter. english ma
Her control was slipping through her fingers. She didn’t know whether she could hold it in as she watched the sly smirk spread across the man’s face like a vine creeping its way up a terrace.
How she hated that smirk. She was losing her control over it. Damn.
My mother and I have never had a relationship until I moved out. And up until I moved out, I felt like I had no control over anything. The only time my mother and I talked was when we were having screaming psychotic fights with one another because I was such a terrible kid. Now we speak all of the time and it’s all funny stories and catching up. I can’t wait to visit her on Monday.
Bosses who never let their workers make decisions, parents who look at who their kids are texting, set curfews, and trAck them wih a gps
this. I need this. I don’t think I want it but I do. It’s crazy how much this affects my life without me knowing it. Panic attacks? Yeah. Lack of this. It’s shitty. It’s why I need to feel life my life is organized or something. Like I’m a legit person doing legit things and I’m in control of all of it like a legit adult.
control. I can’t control myself. from procrastinating. from word-vomiting. it’s super hard, the hardest thing ever. I wish i could control myself. from staying up late. from eating too much at once. from being SUPER lazy and lethargic and just not having the strength to get up and do the simplest thing.
It’s something I can never loose. It will make me stressed and upset; my limbs will shake and my voice will raise and always yell something wrong and damnable that I can never make right. I need it.
Control. What a joke. Who has control? Does anybody ever really have control? We all like to think that we’re in control but seriously folks, control is illusive. Besides, who wants to be in control when it’s so much more fun being out of control. Just go with it. Or as Nike says, “Just do it!”
the issues that bind and keep us under the influence of their own self inflicting binds. creates fear, isolation, distrust and lack of clarity. stems from a lack of fear and is an attempt to play god when nothing can truly be controlled.
i have no self control. it’s like ive lost myself in an endless maze of self-doubt. i never know when to stop. its been too long since i can remember being in a relationship that didnt end in me going overboard. she loved me. but i couldnt stand her leaving me. i did this to myself.
the funny thing is that the only thing i want is the only thing i even try to control.
Control the world and you control yourself. I don’t like control. But I don’t have control either. Whoever is in control is not me. I’ve never had control and I don’t know that I want it. I just want to be happy and do what’s right but I don’t know if that’s possible.
I have to control my feelings for a long time. I have been wanting to pour my self onto someone so bad I’m avoiding the reality of it. How can I be free from this stupidity? Have to forget him now. He doesn’t remember me anymore. A thing from the past.
I have to control my feelings for a long time. I have been wanting to pour my self onto someone so bad I’m fear the reality of it. How can I be free from this stupidity? Have to forget him now.
How do we control ourselves when it comes to certain emotions? How do we control what we think about? How do we control our actions? What exactly is control? What elements of human nature do we need to be able to control things? Ever heard of self-control? How exactly does one maintain self-control?
I have no control over what I feel for him. I like him, and it’s horrible because my best friend likes him, and when he sang Elvis for me tonight my heart melted. Why is he doing this? She clearly likes him, but yet he texts me, talks to me, hugs me and not her, he goes to me. I don’t know why this is. I’m so confused. When I get a text I race to my phone hoping to see his name. *sigh* I don’t know anymore. I’m finally moving on i guess. I finally like someone that isn’t a total douche bag. Well, maybe he kind of is, but so many guys are that way. But I still like him. From the first time I heard him humming the Mario theme song I’ve liked him.
slap!
how dare you defy me!
I am hiding in the corner attempting to avoid the sting of his slaps. All I did was go outside…
Control is having the power and influence over a situation. You are the master of whatever the situation may be. The power lies within your grasp and the result is purely from your influence.
women
ladies
girl
freak
control freak
stupid bitches
dumb bitches
stupid whores
dumb whores
controlling girlfriend
controlling cunt
controlling wife
controlling bitch
controlling bitches
shift
alt
del
ctrl alt del
control alt delete
he pinned me to the wall and kissed me. His hands firm on my hips, he pushed me to the bed and touched me til I moaned. He had the power here, and I couldn’t be more turned on
Control is an illusion. That’s what I saw on Facebook anyway. We have complete control over our minds and emotions, most people just find it difficult to realize that. Those people are the difference between the strong and the weak-minded.
Something many people lack. Something everyone needs, or wants. Something that people fall out of constantly. Something that people loose sight of. Something that dictators seem to need. Something that even the smallest living thing wants. One word that keeps showing up on this page.
“It’s all lies. Lies to control us. Lies to control the people, and lock us away in camps because she is scared of us. Scared of what we can do, what we could do.
“It’s time to take back control.”
sucks and i hate when my parents think they can control me i know its only a year and a half more bt this sucks and i hate it and i just feel like shit all the time it almost feels like i have nothing to look forward to like ever what am i supposed to do im in control of nothing !!!!
I lost control that night.
For the first time.
It was windy and dark. I was driving too fast, the music was too loud, and I didn’t spot the glow of headlights coming over the hill.
It was a dirt road…with freshly placed loose gravel. I swerved, fought for control, fishtailed all over the road. I saw Lindsey brace her hands against the dash as I yelled, “I’m losing control, we’re gonna hit the ditch!”
I hate control. It is a tool of the ugly-hearted and self-righteous. Only the wise understand how to use it. Control has the potential to destroy, and with that, eliminate.
On the other hand, controlling one’s own life is empowering. Carve your own future.