this test had just killed me. i could feel it. my blood was cold. i looked at the numbers scratched on the corner of the desk and felt a heat rise up to my face. something else was mentioned by the looks of things, pages flipped. however the overpowering sensation of my future (college, cars) dimming ate up the rest of my extremities’ capabilities. that was the day i threw up on —‘s shoes in calculus and fainted.
I was mean. You were mean. What did it all mean? All I know is that at the end of these last two and half years the only things I can take away from it all is anger, pain, hurt, and sadness.
I don’t think anyone could have made me feel the way you did. How you could be so kind, and then turn out so mean. And it wasn’t like it happened overnight, but it seemed like I did. I had whispers of your cruelty, and it followed me like a shadow, but like a shadow, I mostly ignored it. Then one morning I woke up and your cruelty had a face – yours.
She is good at being mean in so many different ways. Sometimes without even trying. Facial expressions show her disgust towards everything you do or say. There is nothing more that i want than to leave.
Its means a lot not to be mean. Meaning, i dont wanna be mean and left alone in life without any meaning. I have reached a point in life where, im ready to forgive, but not forget. so, dont be mean to me, dont be mean to many.
that bastard who decided to use me, fuck me and ditch me when shit got to hard to deal with. The woman on the street who glares at you for no reason that you can fathom. The child who hits another because he’s not getting his way. Me when I told you I loved you and I really didn’t.
you are so evil, how could you say such things? it takes too much effort to be this way. It is much better to live life happy then to waste precious time and be mean!
If you were to be yourself for once, who would you be? Would you be mean? Nice? Awesome? Geeky? Why do you hide behind your vicouse mean-ness that makes people run? Are you afraid? If so, why are you afraid? Are you afraid of being rejected? being rejected can be the scariest thing in the world.
There are lots of mean people in the world who try to make other people’s lives a misery. It would be helpful for us all to avoid these idiots if we possibly can.
you know, people can be mean most of times. they are just too selfish to care if they’re being mean or not, but I’m also like this, so is everyone. so lame
Meaningful?
Or plain evil in someone’s mind when they act against you?
I mean the truth, I mean what I say and feel. I won’t change when others don’t like it, when they act mean towards me. They mean it too, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let them know I I truly feel towards their offenses against me.
he spoke. she spoke. the words were different and yet the same. at the core… they would never change, could never change. though it wasn’t always like this. at one point it had been all smiles and dandelions. he said, she said, i love yous and i want yous and never leave mes. and now they wondered, screaming and crying and hating all the while…
bitch ass whole median meridian ween spleen neen seen scene nancy been ream feen fin win nin mean ass whole in the hole? i meant hole not whole it’s a cup fan water mean in book in face in mace with space i fall in the car with a nar nar nar gnarly ass scar yar yar yar hardy har har.
People are inherently mean and bad people. What sets good people apart from bad people is how one uses the meanness in themselves. If you choose to ignore it and disregard it, you become a better person, so forget about being mean and you can be happy instead.
popular. high school. cheerleader. always has a boyfriend. looks pretty and put together all of the time. has problems with themselves. cries themself to sleep.
he spoke. she spoke. the words were different and yet the same. at the core… they would never change, could never change. though it wasn’t always like this. at one point it had been all smiles and dandelions. he said, she said, i love yous and i want yous and never leave mes. and now they wondered, screaming and crying and hating all the while… where did the happiness go?
Taylor Swift. Why ya gotta be so mean? My sister and Zach. we screamed it after the break-up. My did and i sing it sometimes! so funny haha. Mean people are just… mean. i dont wanna be mean. The world would be a better place if people we not mean! sheesh.
My mom can be mean. I also can be mean. It’s not that we mean to be mean (no pun intended), but it’s almost easier to explode than it is to bottle up the angst inside. I wish I could control my anger and replace it with joy instead, but things about the world make me upset and that leads to anger, hence my being mean.
you are, and you always will be. i am, as i always will be. the world is mean, mother nature is mean, nice people are mean. it is a core feeling, survival when it gets nasty. but always… there is niceness to counter the mean. well, almost always.
The way she told him small facts about her day knowing he would be curious. She purposefully is provoking him to just make him jealous, is that mean? She wants him to want her. But does that count when he’s already hers?
“I don’t know what you mean?” the young woman stared up at the man with pleading blue eyes. “Why… why do you have to go? What is going on? Alex… please..” she threw her hands out before her and reached out to grab the tall dark hair, but he stepped away.
why would you do that to me? you knew it would hurt me, yet you still did it. I’d told you a million times that was the one line you were not to cross, anything else wouldn’t have mattered anywhere near as much as that did. So why? I guess you’re just mean….
So many things I meant to do. So many things I meant to say. I guess Ill wait until 2morrow right? you’ll still be around I hope. The list just keeps on getting longer. I will eventually need eternity to complete it. As long as eternity is spent with you its all good right?
I’m mean. I’m a mean person. I get angry quickly and hold grudges; I’m rude when I’m upset and am unbearable to my parents. I don’t intend to be mean, it’s in instinctive reaction; I wish it wasn’t but it’s a part of me and I don’t know how to get rid of it. If I could get help, I would.
He was so mean to me in school. Whispering words into my ears, “you are ugly. You are stupid. You don’t mean anything to this school’. funny, people think he is wonderful. He had everyone fooled.
He was cruel. She had never seen such cruelty in her life. Even her father wasn’t as horrid as he. The blows he threw across her face, leaving brusises the color of over-ripe blueberries, the lies he spewed from his mouth like venom. He was sheer evil in human skin. And she had to get away.
I love you is a phrase that you don’t just say. You have to MEAN it. The person you say it to must MEAN something to you. And you have to say it MEANingfully.
Mean. Meaning? What does it mean? Mean means rude, curt.
The days have been mean to me recently.
What an irony, because I find it to be without meaning nowadays.
Don’t seem to know why the clocks are ticking, why my heart’s still yearning.
I slept the weekend away. I guess I’m just not feeling it lately…not feeling myself, know what I mean? I know part of the problem is that I’m feeling lonely and a little out of sorts physically. Maybe it’s the drinking. Maybe it’s the job. Maybe it’s the depression rearing it’s ugly head for another visit. If so, I hope it’s a brief one.
this test had just killed me. i could feel it. my blood was cold. i looked at the numbers scratched on the corner of the desk and felt a heat rise up to my face. something else was mentioned by the looks of things, pages flipped. however the overpowering sensation of my future (college, cars) dimming ate up the rest of my extremities’ capabilities. that was the day i threw up on —‘s shoes in calculus and fainted.
I was mean. You were mean. What did it all mean? All I know is that at the end of these last two and half years the only things I can take away from it all is anger, pain, hurt, and sadness.
sometimes youre mean to me and dont know it. sometimes we’re mean to each other, but we do know it. i dont mean to be mean but i am. im sorry.
I don’t think anyone could have made me feel the way you did. How you could be so kind, and then turn out so mean. And it wasn’t like it happened overnight, but it seemed like I did. I had whispers of your cruelty, and it followed me like a shadow, but like a shadow, I mostly ignored it. Then one morning I woke up and your cruelty had a face – yours.
She is good at being mean in so many different ways. Sometimes without even trying. Facial expressions show her disgust towards everything you do or say. There is nothing more that i want than to leave.
being mean doesn’t mean you’re mean, it means that you don’t think about it, and you don’t get what it means to be mean. But do they actually MEAN it?
Its means a lot not to be mean. Meaning, i dont wanna be mean and left alone in life without any meaning. I have reached a point in life where, im ready to forgive, but not forget. so, dont be mean to me, dont be mean to many.
that bastard who decided to use me, fuck me and ditch me when shit got to hard to deal with. The woman on the street who glares at you for no reason that you can fathom. The child who hits another because he’s not getting his way. Me when I told you I loved you and I really didn’t.
you are so evil, how could you say such things? it takes too much effort to be this way. It is much better to live life happy then to waste precious time and be mean!
If you were to be yourself for once, who would you be? Would you be mean? Nice? Awesome? Geeky? Why do you hide behind your vicouse mean-ness that makes people run? Are you afraid? If so, why are you afraid? Are you afraid of being rejected? being rejected can be the scariest thing in the world.
You know, people can be so mena sometimes, I mean, they are so selfish that they don’t stop to see if they are being mean or not. But do they mean it?
The endless headed hydra of humanity
The intolerance of other people
An endless pit of despair,
Meanness turns unto itself
There are lots of mean people in the world who try to make other people’s lives a misery. It would be helpful for us all to avoid these idiots if we possibly can.
you know, people can be mean most of times. they are just too selfish to care if they’re being mean or not, but I’m also like this, so is everyone. so lame
Meaningful?
Or plain evil in someone’s mind when they act against you?
I mean the truth, I mean what I say and feel. I won’t change when others don’t like it, when they act mean towards me. They mean it too, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let them know I I truly feel towards their offenses against me.
he spoke. she spoke. the words were different and yet the same. at the core… they would never change, could never change. though it wasn’t always like this. at one point it had been all smiles and dandelions. he said, she said, i love yous and i want yous and never leave mes. and now they wondered, screaming and crying and hating all the while…
where did the happiness go?
It’s what I think of as humanity
The forever-beast
Haunting our past, present, and future
We will never escape it
We are doomed to our own meaness
bitch ass whole median meridian ween spleen neen seen scene nancy been ream feen fin win nin mean ass whole in the hole? i meant hole not whole it’s a cup fan water mean in book in face in mace with space i fall in the car with a nar nar nar gnarly ass scar yar yar yar hardy har har.
People are inherently mean and bad people. What sets good people apart from bad people is how one uses the meanness in themselves. If you choose to ignore it and disregard it, you become a better person, so forget about being mean and you can be happy instead.
popular. high school. cheerleader. always has a boyfriend. looks pretty and put together all of the time. has problems with themselves. cries themself to sleep.
he spoke. she spoke. the words were different and yet the same. at the core… they would never change, could never change. though it wasn’t always like this. at one point it had been all smiles and dandelions. he said, she said, i love yous and i want yous and never leave mes. and now they wondered, screaming and crying and hating all the while… where did the happiness go?
OK, oneword is mean, b
Mean.
Taylor Swift. Why ya gotta be so mean? My sister and Zach. we screamed it after the break-up. My did and i sing it sometimes! so funny haha. Mean people are just… mean. i dont wanna be mean. The world would be a better place if people we not mean! sheesh.
My mom can be mean. I also can be mean. It’s not that we mean to be mean (no pun intended), but it’s almost easier to explode than it is to bottle up the angst inside. I wish I could control my anger and replace it with joy instead, but things about the world make me upset and that leads to anger, hence my being mean.
you are, and you always will be. i am, as i always will be. the world is mean, mother nature is mean, nice people are mean. it is a core feeling, survival when it gets nasty. but always… there is niceness to counter the mean. well, almost always.
The way she told him small facts about her day knowing he would be curious. She purposefully is provoking him to just make him jealous, is that mean? She wants him to want her. But does that count when he’s already hers?
“I don’t know what you mean?” the young woman stared up at the man with pleading blue eyes. “Why… why do you have to go? What is going on? Alex… please..” she threw her hands out before her and reached out to grab the tall dark hair, but he stepped away.
“No.. Annabelle… I can’t.”
why would you do that to me? you knew it would hurt me, yet you still did it. I’d told you a million times that was the one line you were not to cross, anything else wouldn’t have mattered anywhere near as much as that did. So why? I guess you’re just mean….
So many things I meant to do. So many things I meant to say. I guess Ill wait until 2morrow right? you’ll still be around I hope. The list just keeps on getting longer. I will eventually need eternity to complete it. As long as eternity is spent with you its all good right?
I’m mean. I’m a mean person. I get angry quickly and hold grudges; I’m rude when I’m upset and am unbearable to my parents. I don’t intend to be mean, it’s in instinctive reaction; I wish it wasn’t but it’s a part of me and I don’t know how to get rid of it. If I could get help, I would.
Red, shark toothed words tear at my tender white heart, venoms spews from your cold eyes and I know that you’re not what you said you were.
He was so mean to me in school. Whispering words into my ears, “you are ugly. You are stupid. You don’t mean anything to this school’. funny, people think he is wonderful. He had everyone fooled.
what do I mean?
do you hear me talking –
do you understand
my language
Since the beginning
you’ve faked the
role and
I’ve always seen through
so that’s what I’m getting at
that’s what I mean.
He was cruel. She had never seen such cruelty in her life. Even her father wasn’t as horrid as he. The blows he threw across her face, leaving brusises the color of over-ripe blueberries, the lies he spewed from his mouth like venom. He was sheer evil in human skin. And she had to get away.
I love you is a phrase that you don’t just say. You have to MEAN it. The person you say it to must MEAN something to you. And you have to say it MEANingfully.
taylor swift
sister
teachers
life
bin laden
you
mom
dad
bullies
satan
i have nothing else to say
Mean. Meaning? What does it mean? Mean means rude, curt.
The days have been mean to me recently.
What an irony, because I find it to be without meaning nowadays.
Don’t seem to know why the clocks are ticking, why my heart’s still yearning.
I slept the weekend away. I guess I’m just not feeling it lately…not feeling myself, know what I mean? I know part of the problem is that I’m feeling lonely and a little out of sorts physically. Maybe it’s the drinking. Maybe it’s the job. Maybe it’s the depression rearing it’s ugly head for another visit. If so, I hope it’s a brief one.
you’re one mean muggin girl. one beautiful mean muggin girl. wouldnt trade that mean mug for the world..