its sad its happy its the in-between when you cant decide what you are feeling. its over the top, under the bottom, full on crazy hysterical laughs that shrill and pierce. its sobs and cries that drown out everything else. how do you know what you are really feeling if its two things at once.
Uncontrollable extreme emotion. A state of being panic-stricken, out of control, frenzied, frantic, hilarious, uproarious, highly amusing, and possessed.
She couldn’t stop laughing, and she hated herself for it.
Honestly, out of all the situations that she could be in right now, this was not the time for laughter.
It’s not as if it was happy laughter — no, it was definitely hysteria — but still. All she could think was, “How did I get here?”
“Why am I here?”
“Why me?
No.
“Why him?”
Crying. Laughing. The feeling you get when your halfway up the stairs in the queue for a roller-coaster and you know you can’t back down now. Walking the corridor to surgery to get the baby that’s been living inside you for 39 weeks to the day -Out! The time your dad punched you in the stomach, the sobs that took over your being, thinking you couldn’t ever manage to take another breath, winded by the betrayal. An orgasm, deep feelings that roll your eyes back and take over you crashing like a wave. The point of laughing when you hurt, the joy of family cackling around wine boxes and ashtrays and trays of Chinese food.
‘It’s hysterical.I can’t believe, you’d make a fuss about something as minimal as leaving the top off the toothpaste!’
‘So who went ballistic when I moved his Wi F?’i
She had calmed down slightly, and was now staring off into space, still racked with sobs. He positioned himself in the doorway, so his broad frame filled it completely. No need for her to see the paramedics coming down the stairs with her husband zipped up. Last thing he needed was some more hysterics. His cheek still stung from the last round.
kids can be hysterical when they tell you they are bored. Then they are boring, because when you give them free time, they don’t know what to do. They cannot entertain themselves, or me. Whatever I don’t understand kids. This is a funny way to look at things. Hysterical things are way to funny.
You’re hysterical,
complicated by the blur
of the feelings that
pour from your soul.
Don’t you see that this
wasn’t meant to be?
We aren’t who we
used to be.
So, cover your wounds
they’re beginning to bleed.
It’s time to let go,
time to let go of me.
I wish I was blind
and I didn’t have to see.
You’re pain
tortures me.
Gone completely ballistic, mad with ecstacy, i tells ya! got a couple-a screws loose running around in a thunderstorm screaming prayers to the marx brothers. Kids these days, huh? where do they get the nerve? invoking sacred dieties of laughter for their own personal amusement
I felt a little hysterical when mommy said I couldn’t have candy. She always says I can’t have candy. Sometimes she lets me have candy when I buy it myself with my own allowance. Sometimes she buys us candy after piano, if I do excellent. But she always says it is bad for me. I love candy.
hysterical is the greek ford for womb that is where the work hysterectomy comes from. it is also a word commonly used for someone who is being very emotional, such as crying uncontrollably.
I tried to tell her that it was not as bad as it looked, she could only scream.
“The blood! The Blood!”.
“Calm down you silly woman. This is perfectly natural and to be expected. Now pass me that saw over there. The lengths we go to when trying to save on shoes.”
And the clown men faced each other. Familiar, as they were, with the movements of social practise and its clamour. I’d managed to force the bathroom door open, but my mother had been using her strength; there was no stopping her—indignant as I was, it was nothing to the stares of the clowns: cold and dark like wood.
-my mom falling of the coffee table
-laughing so hard that yogurt comes out of my nose.
-falling out of my desk unintentionally while trying to reach my pencil on the floor.
-pronouncing my french words with a hick accent.
A clown. Hidden behind the face paint of a smile or a frown. Some people find him hysterical, some people find him frightening. He knows that in his mind, one day, he will cause hysteria. Bloody rage.
Hysterical reactions are the best kind to have if you’re going to freak out anyway. In for a penny, in for a pound. Anything worth doing is worth doing well. A Penny spent is a penny gone for good. Freak out!
A moment of hysteria happened the other day when my little brother tried to take a dump in the fridge. He isn’t exactly little – 24 to be exact – so you’d think he’d have grown out of that sort of thing by now. I implore all older brothers everywhere to be vigilant against their siblings using fridges as commodes.
i am sometimes too hysterical. i think it’s a failure of my personality. i care too much. i don’t want to care about anything at all, actually. i don’t want to care. i don’t even want to think. because if i think i’m going to realize how fucked up everything really is.
All those nights when the shrieks ripped from her mouth while she hit, over and over again. Myself banging my head against the wall, floor, table, wall. We both cried from rage, and hurt, and confusion. The screams inside my head fell from her lips and broke on the floor. These hysterics were typical, but that didn’t make it any easier.
She came into my room. I saw the horror in her eyes. She screamed and I feared for the life I abused and took for granted. I have never felt more sorry in my life but more sorry for the woman lying next to me. They had both been decieved.
He was becoming hysterical. His eyes had become small, sharp pupils. He was laughing, laughing so loud that everyone in Team Satisfaction cringed, because their leader was going insane.
Life is hysterical. You never know what to expect. I slowly wake up in the morning and it’s as if I walked from one room to another. My dreams are so vivid I find myself laughing at loud. My husband rolls over to see what in the world I’m laughing at. How can I tell him, “it’s my dream.” without him looking at me like I lost my mind. Then I laugh hysterically at the look on his face and I have to share with him the crazy series of dreams that I have.
SHE’S BEING HYSTERICAL!! Calling out the names of people she’s lost, feeling her mind slip away from her each second the darkness sets in. Where will this take her? Why does this have to happen and happen now? ARE YOU READ?!
Whenever my mother tells me to clean my room. I go into hysterics. Why should I? It’s my room, is it not? When it reaches the certain point that I can no longer breathe, sleep, or walk through my room. I will clean it. Humph.
Sometimes my mom tells me I go into hysterical fits about Harry Potter. Laughing. Jumping. Screaming at the top of my lungs, declaring my love for him. Is that odd?
I think so. But back to a point of sanity. Ugh. Muggles.
it means, extremely funny ; you laugh, really hard. you know, like so hard your stomach feels as if it’s going to collapse? it’s pretty much like “hilarious” ; except it’s, hysterical.
I try not get get hysterical. Which is a little bit futile, because hysterical is exactly the state where you don’t control yourself. So, yeah. Getting myself (not consciously) into the state when arguing with my husband.. getting scared… on a plane… Laughing hysterically – that’s the most pleasant one!
I thought it was terribly funny. I though it was a terribly funny horrible thing to do. I laughed so hard when they were there; but after my friends left, I cried just as hard.
The robot was clearly hysterical. Puddles of machine oil sprayed across the walls as its hydraulic tear ducts went into overdrive, accompanied by a mechanical, atonal wail from its designated hysteria siren. There was only one cure for such a predicament: Roarke O’Mulligan, RD.
it’s 6am. i am about to start my mini vacation, and see my best friends on this planet in less than 3 hours. i haven’t seen them in over 6 months and i’m borderline hysterical over it!
lipstick smeared ion her face, eyes wide mascara dripping off her lashes. her dress torn and all she did was laugh. laugh and laugh. i knew i was supposed to do something, stop her. maybe. but i didn’t i began laughing too, she was back.
its sad its happy its the in-between when you cant decide what you are feeling. its over the top, under the bottom, full on crazy hysterical laughs that shrill and pierce. its sobs and cries that drown out everything else. how do you know what you are really feeling if its two things at once.
Uncontrollable extreme emotion. A state of being panic-stricken, out of control, frenzied, frantic, hilarious, uproarious, highly amusing, and possessed.
The masses,
The people
are all in state of hysteria
Because, they’ve found out the lie
The way they were deceived
By the ones they loved so much
It really provoked you
We’re in chaos now.
She couldn’t stop laughing, and she hated herself for it.
Honestly, out of all the situations that she could be in right now, this was not the time for laughter.
It’s not as if it was happy laughter — no, it was definitely hysteria — but still. All she could think was, “How did I get here?”
“Why am I here?”
“Why me?
No.
“Why him?”
Crying. Laughing. The feeling you get when your halfway up the stairs in the queue for a roller-coaster and you know you can’t back down now. Walking the corridor to surgery to get the baby that’s been living inside you for 39 weeks to the day -Out! The time your dad punched you in the stomach, the sobs that took over your being, thinking you couldn’t ever manage to take another breath, winded by the betrayal. An orgasm, deep feelings that roll your eyes back and take over you crashing like a wave. The point of laughing when you hurt, the joy of family cackling around wine boxes and ashtrays and trays of Chinese food.
‘It’s hysterical.I can’t believe, you’d make a fuss about something as minimal as leaving the top off the toothpaste!’
‘So who went ballistic when I moved his Wi F?’i
She had calmed down slightly, and was now staring off into space, still racked with sobs. He positioned himself in the doorway, so his broad frame filled it completely. No need for her to see the paramedics coming down the stairs with her husband zipped up. Last thing he needed was some more hysterics. His cheek still stung from the last round.
kids can be hysterical when they tell you they are bored. Then they are boring, because when you give them free time, they don’t know what to do. They cannot entertain themselves, or me. Whatever I don’t understand kids. This is a funny way to look at things. Hysterical things are way to funny.
You’re hysterical,
complicated by the blur
of the feelings that
pour from your soul.
Don’t you see that this
wasn’t meant to be?
We aren’t who we
used to be.
So, cover your wounds
they’re beginning to bleed.
It’s time to let go,
time to let go of me.
I wish I was blind
and I didn’t have to see.
You’re pain
tortures me.
Gone completely ballistic, mad with ecstacy, i tells ya! got a couple-a screws loose running around in a thunderstorm screaming prayers to the marx brothers. Kids these days, huh? where do they get the nerve? invoking sacred dieties of laughter for their own personal amusement
laughing, crying, it’s all the same thing.
Sleeping, dying, it’s all in the same vain.
Shhh, go quietly, it’s not like you ever wanted anything deeply anyway.
Why make a fuss now?
I felt a little hysterical when mommy said I couldn’t have candy. She always says I can’t have candy. Sometimes she lets me have candy when I buy it myself with my own allowance. Sometimes she buys us candy after piano, if I do excellent. But she always says it is bad for me. I love candy.
hysterical is the greek ford for womb that is where the work hysterectomy comes from. it is also a word commonly used for someone who is being very emotional, such as crying uncontrollably.
I tried to tell her that it was not as bad as it looked, she could only scream.
“The blood! The Blood!”.
“Calm down you silly woman. This is perfectly natural and to be expected. Now pass me that saw over there. The lengths we go to when trying to save on shoes.”
And the clown men faced each other. Familiar, as they were, with the movements of social practise and its clamour. I’d managed to force the bathroom door open, but my mother had been using her strength; there was no stopping her—indignant as I was, it was nothing to the stares of the clowns: cold and dark like wood.
-my mom falling of the coffee table
-laughing so hard that yogurt comes out of my nose.
-falling out of my desk unintentionally while trying to reach my pencil on the floor.
-pronouncing my french words with a hick accent.
A clown. Hidden behind the face paint of a smile or a frown. Some people find him hysterical, some people find him frightening. He knows that in his mind, one day, he will cause hysteria. Bloody rage.
Hysterical reactions are the best kind to have if you’re going to freak out anyway. In for a penny, in for a pound. Anything worth doing is worth doing well. A Penny spent is a penny gone for good. Freak out!
A moment of hysteria happened the other day when my little brother tried to take a dump in the fridge. He isn’t exactly little – 24 to be exact – so you’d think he’d have grown out of that sort of thing by now. I implore all older brothers everywhere to be vigilant against their siblings using fridges as commodes.
i am sometimes too hysterical. i think it’s a failure of my personality. i care too much. i don’t want to care about anything at all, actually. i don’t want to care. i don’t even want to think. because if i think i’m going to realize how fucked up everything really is.
hysterical…… from uterus, as if the power of witches in the middle-age would have come from the devil who was hidden in their uterus….
All those nights when the shrieks ripped from her mouth while she hit, over and over again. Myself banging my head against the wall, floor, table, wall. We both cried from rage, and hurt, and confusion. The screams inside my head fell from her lips and broke on the floor. These hysterics were typical, but that didn’t make it any easier.
hahaahahaha! lol, its so funny I just can;t stop laughing, a bit like the time that Dave kept dropping beers and they kept bursting all over the place
She came into my room. I saw the horror in her eyes. She screamed and I feared for the life I abused and took for granted. I have never felt more sorry in my life but more sorry for the woman lying next to me. They had both been decieved.
I remember
the first time I ever
fought back.
It was so
unexpected
to both of us.
She was completely
hysterical.
He was becoming hysterical. His eyes had become small, sharp pupils. He was laughing, laughing so loud that everyone in Team Satisfaction cringed, because their leader was going insane.
Life is hysterical. You never know what to expect. I slowly wake up in the morning and it’s as if I walked from one room to another. My dreams are so vivid I find myself laughing at loud. My husband rolls over to see what in the world I’m laughing at. How can I tell him, “it’s my dream.” without him looking at me like I lost my mind. Then I laugh hysterically at the look on his face and I have to share with him the crazy series of dreams that I have.
SHE’S BEING HYSTERICAL!! Calling out the names of people she’s lost, feeling her mind slip away from her each second the darkness sets in. Where will this take her? Why does this have to happen and happen now? ARE YOU READ?!
Whenever my mother tells me to clean my room. I go into hysterics. Why should I? It’s my room, is it not? When it reaches the certain point that I can no longer breathe, sleep, or walk through my room. I will clean it. Humph.
Sometimes my mom tells me I go into hysterical fits about Harry Potter. Laughing. Jumping. Screaming at the top of my lungs, declaring my love for him. Is that odd?
I think so. But back to a point of sanity. Ugh. Muggles.
it means, extremely funny ; you laugh, really hard. you know, like so hard your stomach feels as if it’s going to collapse? it’s pretty much like “hilarious” ; except it’s, hysterical.
I try not get get hysterical. Which is a little bit futile, because hysterical is exactly the state where you don’t control yourself. So, yeah. Getting myself (not consciously) into the state when arguing with my husband.. getting scared… on a plane… Laughing hysterically – that’s the most pleasant one!
I thought it was terribly funny. I though it was a terribly funny horrible thing to do. I laughed so hard when they were there; but after my friends left, I cried just as hard.
The robot was clearly hysterical. Puddles of machine oil sprayed across the walls as its hydraulic tear ducts went into overdrive, accompanied by a mechanical, atonal wail from its designated hysteria siren. There was only one cure for such a predicament: Roarke O’Mulligan, RD.
She cries to the rhythm of the raindrops battering down on her head.
Laughed until my side hurt. I’ll probably never see something like that again. Were you there?
it’s 6am. i am about to start my mini vacation, and see my best friends on this planet in less than 3 hours. i haven’t seen them in over 6 months and i’m borderline hysterical over it!
lipstick smeared ion her face, eyes wide mascara dripping off her lashes. her dress torn and all she did was laugh. laugh and laugh. i knew i was supposed to do something, stop her. maybe. but i didn’t i began laughing too, she was back.
She was hysterical, mildly hysterical. ‘But how can you be mildly hysterical?’ he asked.
Laughing wildly with abandon Losing inhibitions and self consciousness. Feeling free and alive. A contagion, a compulsion a sheer unadulterated joy.