I am so scared of what others think of me, of not being love, I find myself crying myself to sleep every night, my soul is full of despair. I just want to be happy, I just want to be free. I just want to smile one more time. I want to be happy for one more second, because I can’t remember the last time I was entirely happy.
i am in despair. i love you and you don’t love me back what do i do? you are my best friend an the one who gives me advices on what to do. you notice me and you come right over to say hi and talk but you love in a different way. i am in despair.
Minimalist. The despair of clutter. Too much weight to lug around. I’d rather be light, sitting among trees. Watching the sun filter through the canopy. Giving things away. Throwing away the clutter. Lighter now. Free to move. Free to change. These are not my self.
I was in despair for a new bong because the kat with her stupid fuzzy tail not it over. I hate that stupid cat I should kill her and make chinese food w the meat. Next time I see her come around the corner I am going to hit her over the head.
is one of my favorite words. its like, being at the last point with no other perceivable options until you really look at something and then you see it. there is more out there. this is not the only way but just one of many and it is up to you to pull yourself back up.
Despair, what a terrible word, despair… it sounds sooo dangerous to be in despair. What is the real meaning of it again?
–noun
1.
loss of hope; hopelessness.
2.
someone or something that causes hopelessness: He is the despair of his mother.
A little sad right?
you’re sad. you’re lonely. you’re miserable. Theres nothing you want to do except crawl into your own world where nothing and no one will dare to harm you.
As I sit hear wearing yesterday’s despair, I wonder how long it’ll be before I decide to get up and change. After two cups of coffee, it’s only fair to assume that happiness is going to be found in the third cup. And I’ll put shoes on.
Despair, I’m not quite sure what it means, but I’m sure I’ve felt it. It’s the feeling i got when he said we couldn’t be friends, that we never were. But what about that night, the night you told me you wish you had many for the past three years of your life. Apparently you wanted me those years, but not this year, this year you wanted to yourself. Those years you wanted me, this year you wanted my friends. It’s the feeling i got when I saw you laying next to her on the turf that night, after you yelled at me. You had your arms around here but your eyes on me, with a look that said i don’t need you. It was the feeling that left me when I realized, that in reality, I don’t need you either.
I fell into despair the day you died. Life became a monotonous journey. It sucked. What will I do with you gone? You owned my world, made me feel special. How am I supposed to feel now? I feel empty. I am in despair.
It is the saddest of times when we all find out our true meaning in life. It is never what we wanted it to be and we’ll never be able to find what we were always looking for…because it’s already found. So why despair over the lack of knowledge? Ignorance is bliss. We can’t all be happy in the shoes that we’re in, but we can all try. Right?
despair is what i feel. it is the heartwrenching guilt insdie of my heart right now. it is knowing that you want your life to end and that you cannot stop yoruself. it is a terrible terrible grief that grows within a persons heart to eventually cause them to kill themeslf. it is terrible and unable to rid of. it stays with you forever and will never leave you alone, just haunting you forever.
BAMMM!
a sharp sound is heard from the other side of the door.
as you look to the floor, you can see blood gushing under the crack.
you realize that your husband,
you love,
your life,
has just ended his own.
for all the times i was lost and for all the times i wondered if it could get any worse i was lost in my own pit my own little world of despair. no one could help me not if they wanted to, not if i wanted them too. its hard when you cant even think about anything else but your utter self loathing.
BAMMM!
a sharp sound is heard from the other side of the door.
as you look to the floor, you can see blood gushing under the crack.
you realize that your husband,
you love,
your life,
has just ended his own.
Despair is only a step from hope, over the hair-thin line of it.
I despaired for you so long; have I ever even hoped?
I have wanted you until I ached and fell out of breath.
I ran through the horizon rushing after the receding line,
On and on and on, until time blurred the future
Into an endless stretch of present…
Despair, that hopeless, lost feeling. I hate that feeling. It engulfed me as I looked into his eyes and watched him turn away. I didn’t need him, I can go on without him.
But I knew I was lying to myself. I couldn’t go on without him. Isn’t that why I’m here?
Searching for a job for 11+ months, I was filled with profound moments of despair. Not because I doubted my capacity, skills, joy, or work ethic – but because it seemed next to impossible to help others see it. Then I put more of me in my cover letters, and voila. Job of my dreams. Seriously!
it is that moment when you realise there is no other choice…no way forward fro that point and no way back..a moment or regret and disbelief..of past and future ..
Seeps into every thought and into every movement. It’s like a chilled wind that blows through a forgotten window and brushes through your bones, chilling you to the core, so cold that you cannot move to close the window. So you’re stuck forever with the chill in your bones, untill perhaps someone else closes the window, or you pluck up the strength yourself.
The sound of despair is the sound of a car driving away, of cold rain falling on a warm summer’s day, of the wind howling outside your window during a blizzard that drowns out the sun and makes you think of other dark things.
Despair is a word we like to use when we think we can’t go on anymore. I like to think of it as the point we realize that we will continue going on despite the fact that we cannot. Perhaps this is more terrifying than the idea of simply giving up.
a man just his job, it isn’t his fault. it’s this damn economy. but hey, what was he supposed to do, he wasn’t the most talented of the bunch, he just took the first thing that came along. he wanted in, he got in and kept on and then thats it. it was done. his job was lost, he was lost. wife left him, kids grew up and he was out on his own all alone.
What is it about sadness that scares us? We’re so afraid, so fearful of despair. We all have different ways of avoiding it. It hurts us, but we’re hurt by a lot of other things… right?
That feeling of hopelessness, that black pit in your chest that seems to suck in everything good in life, that knowledge that nothing will ever be as it once was.
shaking her head in despair, hands on to her face, smothered with tears, curled up knees to her forehead, in the corner under the stairs. she looked up suddenly and as the tears slowed, her expression hardened. she swore it would never happen again.
despair, thats a hard one. I havent felt despair in a while. Ive felt sad and lonely but i havent felt so hopeless that despair would be something that i felt. I guess the last time i felt despair was when my mom commited suicide, but maybe not then even…
Oh the winds of fortune have turned. It was fifteen years ago I started this endeavor, but how quickly things have faltered and fell. Where can I turn now? Nowhere. Nowhere.
There is a fine line between the excitement of a new future and the panic at the unknown. Is there a difference between desperation and despair? We talked about this in Lit. I think we came to the conclusion that “desperation” involves a sense of fighting, clinging, and trying, while “despair” is decidedly resigned.
I was so full of despair, it weighted me down. How could I let this happen? Why did this happen? I buried my face in my hands and sighed. It was hopeless, everything I had done up to this point was meaningless. I was basically giving up. What did it matter? I had lost all faith and was just sick of this.
Nothing could fix the way she felt. She had lost the love of her life and she couldn’t bare it any longer. She teetered over the edge of the windowsill, looking down the hundred stories below. She couldn’t live without him, and so she had decided not to live any longer. The wind blew through her dress ever so slightly just before she took a step off, and plunged effortlessly towards the ground.
the sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach
when you want to hide in a corner and cry
when you want to lash out at the world but know deep in your heart it wont make any difference
a feeling of loss
feeling lonely
crashing over an obstacle
circumtances
failure
everyone feels it
we all need to feel it to be alive
it makes us better people
She was looking at him as he stared at her with the utmost love and despair because they were on television she stumbled and looked around only knowing him for a couple weeks
despair is the embodiment of my emotions at this moment. When you cannot feel beyond knowing that all is beyond your power, he is leaving and the departure is too soon and sudden. I want to cry and scream, yet that seems unproductive. I am in despair because the cries and screams change nothing, no action alters this fate I hate.
Children without parents crying and laying in the alleyways full of broken glass while listening to the sound of church bells and sirens. The smell of burning chemicals and plastic, dog shit, and stale smoke
I am so scared of what others think of me, of not being love, I find myself crying myself to sleep every night, my soul is full of despair. I just want to be happy, I just want to be free. I just want to smile one more time. I want to be happy for one more second, because I can’t remember the last time I was entirely happy.
i am in despair. i love you and you don’t love me back what do i do? you are my best friend an the one who gives me advices on what to do. you notice me and you come right over to say hi and talk but you love in a different way. i am in despair.
Minimalist. The despair of clutter. Too much weight to lug around. I’d rather be light, sitting among trees. Watching the sun filter through the canopy. Giving things away. Throwing away the clutter. Lighter now. Free to move. Free to change. These are not my self.
the day was a very despair day everyone was sad unhappy. a shop owner swered to a cutsmer.
I was in despair for a new bong because the kat with her stupid fuzzy tail not it over. I hate that stupid cat I should kill her and make chinese food w the meat. Next time I see her come around the corner I am going to hit her over the head.
is one of my favorite words. its like, being at the last point with no other perceivable options until you really look at something and then you see it. there is more out there. this is not the only way but just one of many and it is up to you to pull yourself back up.
Despair, what a terrible word, despair… it sounds sooo dangerous to be in despair. What is the real meaning of it again?
–noun
1.
loss of hope; hopelessness.
2.
someone or something that causes hopelessness: He is the despair of his mother.
A little sad right?
you’re sad. you’re lonely. you’re miserable. Theres nothing you want to do except crawl into your own world where nothing and no one will dare to harm you.
As I sit hear wearing yesterday’s despair, I wonder how long it’ll be before I decide to get up and change. After two cups of coffee, it’s only fair to assume that happiness is going to be found in the third cup. And I’ll put shoes on.
Despair, I’m not quite sure what it means, but I’m sure I’ve felt it. It’s the feeling i got when he said we couldn’t be friends, that we never were. But what about that night, the night you told me you wish you had many for the past three years of your life. Apparently you wanted me those years, but not this year, this year you wanted to yourself. Those years you wanted me, this year you wanted my friends. It’s the feeling i got when I saw you laying next to her on the turf that night, after you yelled at me. You had your arms around here but your eyes on me, with a look that said i don’t need you. It was the feeling that left me when I realized, that in reality, I don’t need you either.
sinking into the recesses of your mind, falling slowly- ever so gracefully. the pit of your stomach aches
I fell into despair the day you died. Life became a monotonous journey. It sucked. What will I do with you gone? You owned my world, made me feel special. How am I supposed to feel now? I feel empty. I am in despair.
Despair. Really? How conceited are we? What is sadness? BE HAPPY. There’s beauty in the world, everywhere. Embrace it. Take it. Grasp it. Go.
It is the saddest of times when we all find out our true meaning in life. It is never what we wanted it to be and we’ll never be able to find what we were always looking for…because it’s already found. So why despair over the lack of knowledge? Ignorance is bliss. We can’t all be happy in the shoes that we’re in, but we can all try. Right?
despair is what i feel. it is the heartwrenching guilt insdie of my heart right now. it is knowing that you want your life to end and that you cannot stop yoruself. it is a terrible terrible grief that grows within a persons heart to eventually cause them to kill themeslf. it is terrible and unable to rid of. it stays with you forever and will never leave you alone, just haunting you forever.
BAMMM!
a sharp sound is heard from the other side of the door.
as you look to the floor, you can see blood gushing under the crack.
you realize that your husband,
you love,
your life,
has just ended his own.
for all the times i was lost and for all the times i wondered if it could get any worse i was lost in my own pit my own little world of despair. no one could help me not if they wanted to, not if i wanted them too. its hard when you cant even think about anything else but your utter self loathing.
BAMMM!
a sharp sound is heard from the other side of the door.
as you look to the floor, you can see blood gushing under the crack.
you realize that your husband,
you love,
your life,
has just ended his own.
Despair is only a step from hope, over the hair-thin line of it.
I despaired for you so long; have I ever even hoped?
I have wanted you until I ached and fell out of breath.
I ran through the horizon rushing after the receding line,
On and on and on, until time blurred the future
Into an endless stretch of present…
Despair, that hopeless, lost feeling. I hate that feeling. It engulfed me as I looked into his eyes and watched him turn away. I didn’t need him, I can go on without him.
But I knew I was lying to myself. I couldn’t go on without him. Isn’t that why I’m here?
Searching for a job for 11+ months, I was filled with profound moments of despair. Not because I doubted my capacity, skills, joy, or work ethic – but because it seemed next to impossible to help others see it. Then I put more of me in my cover letters, and voila. Job of my dreams. Seriously!
it is that moment when you realise there is no other choice…no way forward fro that point and no way back..a moment or regret and disbelief..of past and future ..
Take me in! -said he to her, waving his hand above his head- Take me in!
After seeing him standing in the middle of the road, whit all of his bags, she just pressed on the gas
Seeps into every thought and into every movement. It’s like a chilled wind that blows through a forgotten window and brushes through your bones, chilling you to the core, so cold that you cannot move to close the window. So you’re stuck forever with the chill in your bones, untill perhaps someone else closes the window, or you pluck up the strength yourself.
The sound of despair is the sound of a car driving away, of cold rain falling on a warm summer’s day, of the wind howling outside your window during a blizzard that drowns out the sun and makes you think of other dark things.
Despair is a word we like to use when we think we can’t go on anymore. I like to think of it as the point we realize that we will continue going on despite the fact that we cannot. Perhaps this is more terrifying than the idea of simply giving up.
a man just his job, it isn’t his fault. it’s this damn economy. but hey, what was he supposed to do, he wasn’t the most talented of the bunch, he just took the first thing that came along. he wanted in, he got in and kept on and then thats it. it was done. his job was lost, he was lost. wife left him, kids grew up and he was out on his own all alone.
What is it about sadness that scares us? We’re so afraid, so fearful of despair. We all have different ways of avoiding it. It hurts us, but we’re hurt by a lot of other things… right?
That feeling of hopelessness, that black pit in your chest that seems to suck in everything good in life, that knowledge that nothing will ever be as it once was.
shaking her head in despair, hands on to her face, smothered with tears, curled up knees to her forehead, in the corner under the stairs. she looked up suddenly and as the tears slowed, her expression hardened. she swore it would never happen again.
despair, thats a hard one. I havent felt despair in a while. Ive felt sad and lonely but i havent felt so hopeless that despair would be something that i felt. I guess the last time i felt despair was when my mom commited suicide, but maybe not then even…
Oh the winds of fortune have turned. It was fifteen years ago I started this endeavor, but how quickly things have faltered and fell. Where can I turn now? Nowhere. Nowhere.
There is a fine line between the excitement of a new future and the panic at the unknown. Is there a difference between desperation and despair? We talked about this in Lit. I think we came to the conclusion that “desperation” involves a sense of fighting, clinging, and trying, while “despair” is decidedly resigned.
I was so full of despair, it weighted me down. How could I let this happen? Why did this happen? I buried my face in my hands and sighed. It was hopeless, everything I had done up to this point was meaningless. I was basically giving up. What did it matter? I had lost all faith and was just sick of this.
Nothing could fix the way she felt. She had lost the love of her life and she couldn’t bare it any longer. She teetered over the edge of the windowsill, looking down the hundred stories below. She couldn’t live without him, and so she had decided not to live any longer. The wind blew through her dress ever so slightly just before she took a step off, and plunged effortlessly towards the ground.
the sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach
when you want to hide in a corner and cry
when you want to lash out at the world but know deep in your heart it wont make any difference
a feeling of loss
feeling lonely
crashing over an obstacle
circumtances
failure
everyone feels it
we all need to feel it to be alive
it makes us better people
the thing i feel when im at the p.o.n.r. why me. Lack of weed. why does it have air in the such a depressing word. Air is free despair sucks
She was looking at him as he stared at her with the utmost love and despair because they were on television she stumbled and looked around only knowing him for a couple weeks
despair is the embodiment of my emotions at this moment. When you cannot feel beyond knowing that all is beyond your power, he is leaving and the departure is too soon and sudden. I want to cry and scream, yet that seems unproductive. I am in despair because the cries and screams change nothing, no action alters this fate I hate.
Children without parents crying and laying in the alleyways full of broken glass while listening to the sound of church bells and sirens. The smell of burning chemicals and plastic, dog shit, and stale smoke