I’ve failed you once before. Failed you at being everything I built myself up to be. Failed you at being everything you deserve. I’ve since vowed, never again. Never again will I allow myself to crumble due to my failures. Never again will I allow myself to fail in your eyes. Never again…
we had failed. our lives were over….we had to go back to high school once agin…we couldnt get on with our lioves we couldnt expericne life like ebryone else we were stuck here in these concrete walla cold….my life failed me…i failed myself ..i failed my parents..i was a failure
“It wasn’t that hard, man.” Fred took my hand and gave it a squeeze. It was weird, having Fred back in my life. I hadn’t seen my brother in nearly twenty years, after all.
To have failed is to have given up. You can screw things up as much as you’d like, but there’s always another chance. It might be difficult. It may seem impossible, but it’s always there. if you say you’ve failed, what you’re really saying is you’ve quit.
It’s a word I hear plenty
Because work is never pretty
When it’s judged against perfect
Is it worth it?
To be able to say
You got through a day and failed?
Probably not.
You failed me. Or, maybe, did I fail you. I don’t know, but regardless. You’re gone. I don’t care if you talk to me once a year for my birthday. You’re gone. You’re not around. And maybe that’s my fault. Maybe at the beginning it was my fault. But now, now, you’ve changed, I don’t know you anymore. No one that cared about you back in the day, before all that stupid shit, they forgot about you. but I can’t. Not like they did. Because I fucking loved you.
i failed thousands of time in my age but that doesn’t mean i am gonna stop just because i failed , my every limb should testify that i tried and never gave up.
He followed the path designed for him. He saw the finish line, all he had to do was run. Time was of the essence but he couldn’t move. He tried to make a baby step. Nothing. He stretched his arm, straining the muscles of his shoulder and forearm. He couldn’t reach it. A path he designed for himself was unattainable. He was blocked. No longer allowed to reach the finish line. His breath quickened and the slow exhale commenced. This was no ordinary marathon. IT was the run of his life
Today my friend told me a story about her failure. Then I decided to come to this site and the word was failed. I thought that was pretty funny. Then I told her to come and write about it. But guess what? She failed! Oh, what a sad day. By the way next time you are sad put a heavy blanket on your shoulders and lift it up. The feelings will go away with it.
I failed at writing this. Failure is a fucked up feeling, it makes me sick to my stomach and I never want to hear it again. I just read somewhere that said: Give yourself permission to fail, Not!
I take two steps forward and I’m always stuck one step back. They say I won’t make it because I haven’t in the past, i’ve always realized that the effort isn’t worth it, and i stop. In my tracks. And I turn right around. Every time. It never changes, it never will.
again. the paper laid there on my lap, covered in red ink, topped off with the big, fat F and our teachers cursive handwriting saying “see me.” he wanted to know why i failed. what was going on. me too.
Failed is when you haven’t done enough. You haven’t done anything good enough. As media us tells us, failed is when you have lost. You are a loser.
But, it is also when you win.
Only when you fail, you learn from your mistakes. Only when you fail you can work to achieve something. Only once you have failed time and time again, that you can succeed.
Somedays, failure seems inevitable. Most definitely an option, and probably already there. Pushing through those days can feel like climbing a mountain… but at least you’re going somewhere.
After every attempt, I failed miserably. I’ll never truly understand how to play this game. I don’t think anyone understands it really. But I guess the only way to understand it is to keep failing until you figure it out. One day, I hope I’ve failed enough times that everything about this game just comes naturally to me.
i got my test back today and the top was a large, massive, hideous F. I failed. I couldn’t believe it!! I studied so long and hard for this test! What could I have done more to get a better grade?! Then i realized my teacher handed back the wrong test.
It wouldn’t ever matter if you failed,
over and over and over again,
to remember my name,
or the day I was born,
of even to say “I love you”,
but why did you forget
or perhaps you just couldn’t
look me in the eye
when I asked you
“Do you care?”
I have failed miserably. Not in life, but in love. With my heart, and with everything that I am, I have failed. But it takes a good person, a *big* person, to be able to admit to such a thing; that they have failed at anything in life. But it takes an even bigger person to move past that failure and to make that failure a learning process. However, it is the small person that fails at even admitting to such failure, in the first place.
I looked at her. She was smiling, linking arms with another girl. I couldn’t believe that after all the things I’d done for her, all the things I was willing to give up for her, and the fact that I confessed my crazy insane love for her that she would just reject it all and leave me for her; I failed her.
I feared failing tests most of all. It would have been unutterably ridiculous for me to fail anything at all. My worst nightmare. The impossible. The unbearable. Failure hurts. For me, the biggest area I could fail in was school.
He failed. I thought he was going to do so well, he had practiced so hard and had all of his timing right, but apparently he just ‘wasn’t what they were looking for’. What they really wanted to say was that he just failed the test. I knew that he wasn’t the best but I thought that they could make him better. I was wrong.
Oh the flood of images and instances that rush through my mind when I see this word. I’ve failed at many things in my life, but I believe I’m a better man for it. failure has shaped who I’ve become, but it does not describe me.
today I tried to practice a bit of my Bach Invention… I was doing pretty well, but every now and then I stumble on the notes and cross-rhythms. I am a decent pianist, but sometimes I feel completely inadequate if I can’t play something decently within the first few attempts. I love music.
the feeling you get when you think of your family. how the whole purpose of the unity created by God just came to crashing end and thats all thats left is a failed attempt. and the question that is left is whos fault is actually? Dads? Moms? your? whoknows? no one ever knows bec
One time I took a test. A really hard test. ANd when I got it back it had a red stamp on the top and an unhappy face and a cursive note “Que paso?”. The true failure in the test, however, was in the fact that it was my first spanish test of the school year; my first test in ANY class.
I failed as a daughter. I complain a lot. I ask for a lot. And I never seem satisified to them,
I failed as a sister. I didn’t get to keep her heart safe.
I failed as a girlfriend. I snoop through his e-mails and find things that break my heart. It isn’t right of me to do that to him. And though he forgave me and apologized for what I found, I still am not happy. I just haven’t been happy.
I failed.
it didn’t fail this time
the mission went smoothly and without fault
i grabbed their hands, the two of them,
and walked right down the middle of the street.
we were bonded not by fear or passion but by the
relentless belief that we were meant to work together
for the rest of time.
Wake me,
Throw me on fallow lands,
Let me grow,
And as the sun bleaches the sky
Make me strong and true
As I yellow in your midst
I wish for an end that is true
An end that means
An end that gives
Leaving something
Anything.
But instead I am ground,
I am nothing.
I have failed.
All I could think was what would happen if I failed. How had it come to the point that I, simple little average me, was the only thing standing between us and total annihilation? I wasn’t trained for this. I wasn’t trained for anything. But now, if I failed, we would all pay. I took a deep breath, and started…
i have failed many times i feel like. but hasn’t everyone? how do we even define failure? what counts as failing and what doesn’t? i haven’t had the time to really think about this so now im just writing something completely random and ridiclous. Guess I failed at this test thing on stumble.
He failed me: like so many times before, he gave up. When a mutual friend moved in, he backed off; when I moved far away, he took distance as defeat; he failed me, by making me feel I was never worth trying for, he failed me.
I failed to conquer all of asia yet again. It has been twice now that my nuclear tactics have failed, but hey… they say never go for asia anyway in Risk. I can’t help it though- it has so many benefits!
I’m scared that i failed my math test. Man the word failed is horrible. I hate to say that I have failed. Oh my god. What is this. I’m so confused. I hope that I did not fail this assignment.
I’ve failed you once before. Failed you at being everything I built myself up to be. Failed you at being everything you deserve. I’ve since vowed, never again. Never again will I allow myself to crumble due to my failures. Never again will I allow myself to fail in your eyes. Never again…
we had failed. our lives were over….we had to go back to high school once agin…we couldnt get on with our lioves we couldnt expericne life like ebryone else we were stuck here in these concrete walla cold….my life failed me…i failed myself ..i failed my parents..i was a failure
“I cannot believe I failed so hard.”
“It wasn’t that hard, man.” Fred took my hand and gave it a squeeze. It was weird, having Fred back in my life. I hadn’t seen my brother in nearly twenty years, after all.
To have failed is to have given up. You can screw things up as much as you’d like, but there’s always another chance. It might be difficult. It may seem impossible, but it’s always there. if you say you’ve failed, what you’re really saying is you’ve quit.
It’s a word I hear plenty
Because work is never pretty
When it’s judged against perfect
Is it worth it?
To be able to say
You got through a day and failed?
Probably not.
You failed me. Or, maybe, did I fail you. I don’t know, but regardless. You’re gone. I don’t care if you talk to me once a year for my birthday. You’re gone. You’re not around. And maybe that’s my fault. Maybe at the beginning it was my fault. But now, now, you’ve changed, I don’t know you anymore. No one that cared about you back in the day, before all that stupid shit, they forgot about you. but I can’t. Not like they did. Because I fucking loved you.
i failed thousands of time in my age but that doesn’t mean i am gonna stop just because i failed , my every limb should testify that i tried and never gave up.
He followed the path designed for him. He saw the finish line, all he had to do was run. Time was of the essence but he couldn’t move. He tried to make a baby step. Nothing. He stretched his arm, straining the muscles of his shoulder and forearm. He couldn’t reach it. A path he designed for himself was unattainable. He was blocked. No longer allowed to reach the finish line. His breath quickened and the slow exhale commenced. This was no ordinary marathon. IT was the run of his life
Today my friend told me a story about her failure. Then I decided to come to this site and the word was failed. I thought that was pretty funny. Then I told her to come and write about it. But guess what? She failed! Oh, what a sad day. By the way next time you are sad put a heavy blanket on your shoulders and lift it up. The feelings will go away with it.
I failed at writing this. Failure is a fucked up feeling, it makes me sick to my stomach and I never want to hear it again. I just read somewhere that said: Give yourself permission to fail, Not!
failing doesn’t mean you didn’t succeed it means you try again until you do. its a strong word that shouldn’t be used so casually.
I take two steps forward and I’m always stuck one step back. They say I won’t make it because I haven’t in the past, i’ve always realized that the effort isn’t worth it, and i stop. In my tracks. And I turn right around. Every time. It never changes, it never will.
again. the paper laid there on my lap, covered in red ink, topped off with the big, fat F and our teachers cursive handwriting saying “see me.” he wanted to know why i failed. what was going on. me too.
Inevitable. Beautiful.
Failed is when you haven’t done enough. You haven’t done anything good enough. As media us tells us, failed is when you have lost. You are a loser.
But, it is also when you win.
Only when you fail, you learn from your mistakes. Only when you fail you can work to achieve something. Only once you have failed time and time again, that you can succeed.
It seems like I failed at failing today.
Which is a failure in itself, as I have learned nothing new.
Maybe it’s time to let perfection out the door and try to make life a bit more interesting.
Somedays, failure seems inevitable. Most definitely an option, and probably already there. Pushing through those days can feel like climbing a mountain… but at least you’re going somewhere.
After every attempt, I failed miserably. I’ll never truly understand how to play this game. I don’t think anyone understands it really. But I guess the only way to understand it is to keep failing until you figure it out. One day, I hope I’ve failed enough times that everything about this game just comes naturally to me.
i got my test back today and the top was a large, massive, hideous F. I failed. I couldn’t believe it!! I studied so long and hard for this test! What could I have done more to get a better grade?! Then i realized my teacher handed back the wrong test.
It wouldn’t ever matter if you failed,
over and over and over again,
to remember my name,
or the day I was born,
of even to say “I love you”,
but why did you forget
or perhaps you just couldn’t
look me in the eye
when I asked you
“Do you care?”
I have failed miserably. Not in life, but in love. With my heart, and with everything that I am, I have failed. But it takes a good person, a *big* person, to be able to admit to such a thing; that they have failed at anything in life. But it takes an even bigger person to move past that failure and to make that failure a learning process. However, it is the small person that fails at even admitting to such failure, in the first place.
Fail….You lose. HORRIBLE, the worst completion. Anything would have been better than what you did. You suck. Try again. Awful….
I hope the word failed is not the status of my life. However, Out of failure comes success: hitting rock bottom potentially is the best cure.
I looked at her. She was smiling, linking arms with another girl. I couldn’t believe that after all the things I’d done for her, all the things I was willing to give up for her, and the fact that I confessed my crazy insane love for her that she would just reject it all and leave me for her; I failed her.
I feared failing tests most of all. It would have been unutterably ridiculous for me to fail anything at all. My worst nightmare. The impossible. The unbearable. Failure hurts. For me, the biggest area I could fail in was school.
He failed. I thought he was going to do so well, he had practiced so hard and had all of his timing right, but apparently he just ‘wasn’t what they were looking for’. What they really wanted to say was that he just failed the test. I knew that he wasn’t the best but I thought that they could make him better. I was wrong.
Oh the flood of images and instances that rush through my mind when I see this word. I’ve failed at many things in my life, but I believe I’m a better man for it. failure has shaped who I’ve become, but it does not describe me.
today I tried to practice a bit of my Bach Invention… I was doing pretty well, but every now and then I stumble on the notes and cross-rhythms. I am a decent pianist, but sometimes I feel completely inadequate if I can’t play something decently within the first few attempts. I love music.
the feeling you get when you think of your family. how the whole purpose of the unity created by God just came to crashing end and thats all thats left is a failed attempt. and the question that is left is whos fault is actually? Dads? Moms? your? whoknows? no one ever knows bec
One time I took a test. A really hard test. ANd when I got it back it had a red stamp on the top and an unhappy face and a cursive note “Que paso?”. The true failure in the test, however, was in the fact that it was my first spanish test of the school year; my first test in ANY class.
I failed as a daughter. I complain a lot. I ask for a lot. And I never seem satisified to them,
I failed as a sister. I didn’t get to keep her heart safe.
I failed as a girlfriend. I snoop through his e-mails and find things that break my heart. It isn’t right of me to do that to him. And though he forgave me and apologized for what I found, I still am not happy. I just haven’t been happy.
I failed.
tu lsgue le nom du frangin, notre soir ne vrillera,
it didn’t fail this time
the mission went smoothly and without fault
i grabbed their hands, the two of them,
and walked right down the middle of the street.
we were bonded not by fear or passion but by the
relentless belief that we were meant to work together
for the rest of time.
Wake me,
Throw me on fallow lands,
Let me grow,
And as the sun bleaches the sky
Make me strong and true
As I yellow in your midst
I wish for an end that is true
An end that means
An end that gives
Leaving something
Anything.
But instead I am ground,
I am nothing.
I have failed.
All I could think was what would happen if I failed. How had it come to the point that I, simple little average me, was the only thing standing between us and total annihilation? I wasn’t trained for this. I wasn’t trained for anything. But now, if I failed, we would all pay. I took a deep breath, and started…
failed marriages
failed tests
failed….makes people feel like shit
good thing i feel amazing :)
i have failed many times i feel like. but hasn’t everyone? how do we even define failure? what counts as failing and what doesn’t? i haven’t had the time to really think about this so now im just writing something completely random and ridiclous. Guess I failed at this test thing on stumble.
He failed me: like so many times before, he gave up. When a mutual friend moved in, he backed off; when I moved far away, he took distance as defeat; he failed me, by making me feel I was never worth trying for, he failed me.
I failed to conquer all of asia yet again. It has been twice now that my nuclear tactics have failed, but hey… they say never go for asia anyway in Risk. I can’t help it though- it has so many benefits!
I’m scared that i failed my math test. Man the word failed is horrible. I hate to say that I have failed. Oh my god. What is this. I’m so confused. I hope that I did not fail this assignment.