despair is the deepest possible hurt in the world. its something that moves mountains, and slowly kills people. despair hurts. it slowly decomposes friends, family, and school mates. you can tell when despair is going on, and the people are helpless. i need to help them.
My philosophical understanding of extreme post modernism circles around despair. However, one thing is for sure, I still have the will to love, and to enjoy the wonders of others. Solitary life is not good, without a companion.
looking at the blank screen, the words vibrating at her fingertips, there is only one emotion that floods her mind, a hungry deluge that washes over everything: despair. the words are drowned, the ideas sopping with the desperation that scrapes at her insides, wishing and hoping only to pour outwards but trapped, contained within a watery grave.
As he lays on the park bench, he remembers that he needs to take care of more than just himself. How is he going to feed his daughter? Will there ever be another chance? How can anyone deal with such despair. The great depression of 2036 is worse than the previous 6 years, he can’t handle it. He doesn’t want to be a disappointment.
Basically my life in a nutshell. No job, Sick parents, lifetime goals have yet to be met. This feeling washes over me every single day, and I have yet to determine how to thwart the word!!
She sat, hugging the floral print pillow, trying to restrain the floods of tears that threatened her cheeks with all the pains associated with salty water. Amidst all the death, the revenge, the backstabbing, the heartbreak and heart healing, the TV screen remained tuned into the same Lifetime movie, the controller untouched.
modern day emo kids feeling upset about how terrible their life is when their daddies dont pay enough attention to them, or their moms wont pay for their xbox live subscriptions anymore. it’s music they listen to to make them feel like the clothes they beliveve are fahionable are actually pleasing to the eye,
death… lack of truth… lack of justice… hurt… third world countries… pain… tears… crying… what you feel when you have no choice but to live life the way it has been presented to you.
I’m staring at the phone wondering if it’s best to match his poker face, or to call him and spill all my insecurities through the phone lines and into his lap. If I do fold, if I cry, I know his tone will soften, and he’ll tell me all his love for me, all his care and how wonderful I am, but I’m too proud. So I sit and wait and marinade in my stubborn despair.
She was already screaming; the torrent of howling unstoppable in her grief. He could understand her loss, truly he could – but he really just wanted to pop her in the mouth for it. It wasn’t so bad, really. When one died, one could be brought back, just as easily. The magics allowed for it.
Now if only he could get her to shut the hell up and focus before they lost everything.
This is what I feel when I think about someone close to me dying. A friend, or family member. Maybe you think you feel it during a breakup or something, but it’s never as bad as it seems. Don’t freak out. :)
how i feel right now. my baby dog. i have to give her away/ i trust no one. moving away from the only place i know and love. to be alone. to start new. it feels like im being put together and torn to shreds all at once. my heart hurts..
Despair in the air… Filled the room with a snare of a glare that left her standing with thin hair, no thoughts to bare. Her body… fragile as a rusty nail. Why was she abandoned and left so frail? Never mind the sympathy and ghost talk. Feed her. Despair.
Despair is a way of saying lonely. A way of saying sad. But lonely doesn’t have to be the way it is, does it? You can befriend yourself. Sit in silence with the beauty that surrounds you. And then, you dont have to be sad. Just think, someone may need your smile. Even more, that somone might be you.
I can’t hide the despair I feel whenever I think about him. It’s like this never ending feeling that nothing is ever going to be getting any better. I don’t know what to do about it. It hurts so bad.
Despair, you have nothing. The lost ones the anger you feel, and in the end nothing is left. You feel despair in your own sorrow. This is one of the worst of human sufferings, not knowing what to do about the situation and the sense of helplessness.
sad
depressing
emo
dark
low
unhappy
music
break-up
death
devorvce
miscarriage
loneliness
abandon
be hopeless
despond
destroy
drop
flatten
give way
have a heavy heart
let air out
lose faith
lose heart
relinquish
renounce
resign
surrender
take down
yield
Despair is is in the minds of the lost, the sick, the weak. It happens when you least expect it to. It creeps up on you so quietly you don’t suspect thing. When it gets you though, it consumes your very being.
I despair at the thought of losing the guy that is the one man I think I could ever actually love. It hurts so bad to think of him being gone. I love him so much it’s like this will never end, even though I’m sure it will.
I feel it sometimes when no body knows, even my closest friends and family. It doesn’t make a person happier knowing that it is a shared feeling and everyone has felt it. Despair is despair and that is that.
people go through despair but we get through it. We cant just stop. We have to keep going. Theres no reason to dwell on the sadness in life when there is so much out there to be happy about.- Kristy
I was lost in the despair of seeing him again. He had wrecked me, my life. He had torn it all asunder and didn’t seem to care one way or the other. I hated him with a fiery burning inside of my soul. He was beautiful and in that beauty was a terrible arrogance that made me hate him a little bit more everything I saw him.
with him i dont feel it.
with him i forget about all of it.
all of the pain i had in the past…its gone
and its all because of him
im happy
with him
is it love? too soon to tell..
when you truly have feelings for a really amazing boy and you know that he also has strong feelings for you as well. he abruptly stops talking to you for the longest time and soon enough starts dating a girl that he said he would never have feelings for. this feels like a knife being stabbed right into your chest. in the meantime you hopelessly start to give up. the least you want to be is friends, but whenever you try to talk with him..nothing is the same as it used to be…
dark.
alone.
quiet.
my thoughts run through my head thinking of all the things that may have made me feel so… terrible really. i would call it despair but that seems like such a normal word to use to describe it. too emo.
She cried and cried. She couldn’t stop. She held the desperate, bleeding fish in her bloodied hands and wished she could do something. She couldn’t. She could feel the fish’s last bits of life blood fading and she felt so powerless and overcome with despair that it was all she could do to lay the Fish in the water and let it die in whatever peace there was left in its gory, bloody death. The god of the lake was dead by her hands.
despair is the lowest of the low, despair is when you let all your hope and ambition drain away and you’re left feeling like a painfully empty husk and you simply want to die. I can’t let myself despair or I won’t be the only one who is lost. The man I love will be lost as well. He needs me, and I him for that very reason.
I like despair much better than desapple. I think most fruit is good, but I’d choose despair over most others, I think. Desbanana looks pretty good though.
I am so sad, dammit, i think that was the love of my life and now it is gone forever. It was warm, friendly, dependable. We knew each other since I was nothing but a snot-nosed kid. How could I let go of that beautiful toaster?
Despair is exactly what I’m feeling. It’s tearing me apart, and they aren’t even fighting… its the aftermath, the parts where they’re telling me how much they hate the other, that’s what hurts the most. Hearing him call her a bitch, hearing her call him a dick. It’s killing me. That’s what it feels like, anyway.
i feel despair right now. i feel like crying and i don’t know why. marisa is driving me insane and i miss my husband. god i miss him. i feel like i need to be fixed. but theres no hammer, no nails, nothing can fix me. why can’t i be normal. i am not liking life right now.
i am in despair because the man I love is 4,000 miles away from me and it will take months to see him again. I cant live without him he is my life’s blood and the only man for me and this is super cheesy even if it’s true I hope like hell no one else reads this I love stromboli and rum. what the bleeding heck when does
The forlorn, sullen at the feet of nowhere. lost in a sea of foul stench and hopeless longing. bring me to the mountain and push me over the edge. with nothing comes nowhere.
despair is the deepest possible hurt in the world. its something that moves mountains, and slowly kills people. despair hurts. it slowly decomposes friends, family, and school mates. you can tell when despair is going on, and the people are helpless. i need to help them.
sadness. the deepest depression there is. seems like life cannot go on… an endless pit, a downward spiral… so hard to get out of.
My philosophical understanding of extreme post modernism circles around despair. However, one thing is for sure, I still have the will to love, and to enjoy the wonders of others. Solitary life is not good, without a companion.
looking at the blank screen, the words vibrating at her fingertips, there is only one emotion that floods her mind, a hungry deluge that washes over everything: despair. the words are drowned, the ideas sopping with the desperation that scrapes at her insides, wishing and hoping only to pour outwards but trapped, contained within a watery grave.
As he lays on the park bench, he remembers that he needs to take care of more than just himself. How is he going to feed his daughter? Will there ever be another chance? How can anyone deal with such despair. The great depression of 2036 is worse than the previous 6 years, he can’t handle it. He doesn’t want to be a disappointment.
Basically my life in a nutshell. No job, Sick parents, lifetime goals have yet to be met. This feeling washes over me every single day, and I have yet to determine how to thwart the word!!
She sat, hugging the floral print pillow, trying to restrain the floods of tears that threatened her cheeks with all the pains associated with salty water. Amidst all the death, the revenge, the backstabbing, the heartbreak and heart healing, the TV screen remained tuned into the same Lifetime movie, the controller untouched.
modern day emo kids feeling upset about how terrible their life is when their daddies dont pay enough attention to them, or their moms wont pay for their xbox live subscriptions anymore. it’s music they listen to to make them feel like the clothes they beliveve are fahionable are actually pleasing to the eye,
death… lack of truth… lack of justice… hurt… third world countries… pain… tears… crying… what you feel when you have no choice but to live life the way it has been presented to you.
I’m staring at the phone wondering if it’s best to match his poker face, or to call him and spill all my insecurities through the phone lines and into his lap. If I do fold, if I cry, I know his tone will soften, and he’ll tell me all his love for me, all his care and how wonderful I am, but I’m too proud. So I sit and wait and marinade in my stubborn despair.
She was already screaming; the torrent of howling unstoppable in her grief. He could understand her loss, truly he could – but he really just wanted to pop her in the mouth for it. It wasn’t so bad, really. When one died, one could be brought back, just as easily. The magics allowed for it.
Now if only he could get her to shut the hell up and focus before they lost everything.
trapped in sadness
longing for doom
why do i put this upon myself
is there anything else to do
don’t wallow in misery
stand up and find the light
there’s always a loophole
put up with a fight
don’t falter, don’t worry
stand tall, stay strong
we’ll get through this
not everything is wrong
The feeling came over me like a lead weight. I couln’t feel anything but despair at the sight of my love one gone.
Me.
I feel it….I breath it….it seems that is the one word at this time I would choose to describe me.
This is what I feel when I think about someone close to me dying. A friend, or family member. Maybe you think you feel it during a breakup or something, but it’s never as bad as it seems. Don’t freak out. :)
how i feel right now. my baby dog. i have to give her away/ i trust no one. moving away from the only place i know and love. to be alone. to start new. it feels like im being put together and torn to shreds all at once. my heart hurts..
Despair in the air… Filled the room with a snare of a glare that left her standing with thin hair, no thoughts to bare. Her body… fragile as a rusty nail. Why was she abandoned and left so frail? Never mind the sympathy and ghost talk. Feed her. Despair.
Despair is a way of saying lonely. A way of saying sad. But lonely doesn’t have to be the way it is, does it? You can befriend yourself. Sit in silence with the beauty that surrounds you. And then, you dont have to be sad. Just think, someone may need your smile. Even more, that somone might be you.
I can’t hide the despair I feel whenever I think about him. It’s like this never ending feeling that nothing is ever going to be getting any better. I don’t know what to do about it. It hurts so bad.
Despair, you have nothing. The lost ones the anger you feel, and in the end nothing is left. You feel despair in your own sorrow. This is one of the worst of human sufferings, not knowing what to do about the situation and the sense of helplessness.
sad
depressing
emo
dark
low
unhappy
music
break-up
death
devorvce
miscarriage
loneliness
abandon
be hopeless
despond
destroy
drop
flatten
give way
have a heavy heart
let air out
lose faith
lose heart
relinquish
renounce
resign
surrender
take down
yield
Despair is is in the minds of the lost, the sick, the weak. It happens when you least expect it to. It creeps up on you so quietly you don’t suspect thing. When it gets you though, it consumes your very being.
I despair at the thought of losing the guy that is the one man I think I could ever actually love. It hurts so bad to think of him being gone. I love him so much it’s like this will never end, even though I’m sure it will.
I feel it sometimes when no body knows, even my closest friends and family. It doesn’t make a person happier knowing that it is a shared feeling and everyone has felt it. Despair is despair and that is that.
people go through despair but we get through it. We cant just stop. We have to keep going. Theres no reason to dwell on the sadness in life when there is so much out there to be happy about.- Kristy
I was lost in the despair of seeing him again. He had wrecked me, my life. He had torn it all asunder and didn’t seem to care one way or the other. I hated him with a fiery burning inside of my soul. He was beautiful and in that beauty was a terrible arrogance that made me hate him a little bit more everything I saw him.
Why despair when love is there? Why despair when it’s in the air? It surrounds you, you breathe it; can’t you see it? God is there, so don’t despair.
hate anit love…not good. unlucky. hopeless. sad. lonely. angry. helpless..alone
with him i dont feel it.
with him i forget about all of it.
all of the pain i had in the past…its gone
and its all because of him
im happy
with him
is it love? too soon to tell..
when you truly have feelings for a really amazing boy and you know that he also has strong feelings for you as well. he abruptly stops talking to you for the longest time and soon enough starts dating a girl that he said he would never have feelings for. this feels like a knife being stabbed right into your chest. in the meantime you hopelessly start to give up. the least you want to be is friends, but whenever you try to talk with him..nothing is the same as it used to be…
dark.
alone.
quiet.
my thoughts run through my head thinking of all the things that may have made me feel so… terrible really. i would call it despair but that seems like such a normal word to use to describe it. too emo.
She cried and cried. She couldn’t stop. She held the desperate, bleeding fish in her bloodied hands and wished she could do something. She couldn’t. She could feel the fish’s last bits of life blood fading and she felt so powerless and overcome with despair that it was all she could do to lay the Fish in the water and let it die in whatever peace there was left in its gory, bloody death. The god of the lake was dead by her hands.
despair is the lowest of the low, despair is when you let all your hope and ambition drain away and you’re left feeling like a painfully empty husk and you simply want to die. I can’t let myself despair or I won’t be the only one who is lost. The man I love will be lost as well. He needs me, and I him for that very reason.
I like despair much better than desapple. I think most fruit is good, but I’d choose despair over most others, I think. Desbanana looks pretty good though.
I am so sad, dammit, i think that was the love of my life and now it is gone forever. It was warm, friendly, dependable. We knew each other since I was nothing but a snot-nosed kid. How could I let go of that beautiful toaster?
Despair is exactly what I’m feeling. It’s tearing me apart, and they aren’t even fighting… its the aftermath, the parts where they’re telling me how much they hate the other, that’s what hurts the most. Hearing him call her a bitch, hearing her call him a dick. It’s killing me. That’s what it feels like, anyway.
i feel despair right now. i feel like crying and i don’t know why. marisa is driving me insane and i miss my husband. god i miss him. i feel like i need to be fixed. but theres no hammer, no nails, nothing can fix me. why can’t i be normal. i am not liking life right now.
i am in despair because the man I love is 4,000 miles away from me and it will take months to see him again. I cant live without him he is my life’s blood and the only man for me and this is super cheesy even if it’s true I hope like hell no one else reads this I love stromboli and rum. what the bleeding heck when does
The forlorn, sullen at the feet of nowhere. lost in a sea of foul stench and hopeless longing. bring me to the mountain and push me over the edge. with nothing comes nowhere.