Completely can’t forget about it, can’t forget about anything, even though it was over twenty years ago. Fills my mind, buzzes in my ears. I can see him, there, standing, just as he was, by the mantelpiece, just as if it only happened last night.
i’m obssesed with food and i dont know why this is a fucking desease …!! i’m dont want to be fat ok? just leave me alone hahaha forever alone!!! ahahahahahah omg i’m hungry right now .. where’s my taco!!!!!
Obsessed: about what people think of me. About what people think about other people. About what you look like. Boys. Random unimportant things. Obsessed with your body and your style. If you’re acting weird if you’re being awkward. Obsessed.
I think of the movie and people always wanting the thing. The media makes people obsessed with things, especially girls. It can be scary when you become obsessed with something. Kinda like Lent, good to give things up.
sometimes, i think i am obsessed with writing a story that everyone will think is perfect. why is that? in any other aspect of my life, i give no fucks about what other people think. their definition of perfect doesn’t pertain to me. so why does this perfect ideal within my writing haunt me?
I’m infatuated with art, music, and gorgeous respectable women. You now, the girls who dont have to take their clothes off to look great. Zooey Deschanel, Emma Roberts, so on. Incubus is in my opinion, the best band in the world. I cant get enough of them. And I think its a healthy obsession. I can talk about great art all day. But we won’t get into that. God forbid the word assigned would be “art”. I wouldnt stop typing.
when you can only think about one thing for a long time. it won’t leave your mind and you can’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard you try.
some people are obsessed with violence, with emotion, with work.
obsessions are things you can’t live without. it’s always a negative thing to be obsessed.
You like the color yellow and you can’t stand the fact that I don’t. I like my spoons on my right and I hate it when you set it on my left. We like to fight with each other because we do it a lot and they seem to be over nothing, thankfully we are completely obsessed with each other
I used to be obsessed with you. I am slightly obsessed with my body, I remember a day when obsession didnt exist and that was when the problems hadnt manifested yet. Any thing as extreme as obsession is never good even if its for a good thing. And when I realized that my life changed. Freed me from you and your reign over me
I’m not sure what this word means. Obviously I’ve used it before, and I’ve heard it used and read it but I’m not totally sure about the exact definition. If someone thinks about something all the time, are they obsessed with it? Or does it require actual action on this obsession? What if someone’s life is focused on a sole thing or a sole goal- does that qualify as obsession?
Sometimes I get obssessed with weird things. Like death. and suicide. and other gross topics. does this mean i want to die? maybe. maybe i am begging for it, waiting to be taken away to somewhere better than here.
maybe i am obsessed with myself. i only ever think about me. no one else really matters, just how i look and how people precieve me and stuff like that. does anything really matter?
obsessive compulsive disorder. I have that. It sucks. I’m obsessed with…I don’t know, chocolate, people I care about, reading, music. Obsession, or is it just liking something a lot? Obsession makes it sound negative.
I am obsessed with sports. They make me really happy. Sometimes they are just so fun. When they’re over I cry. They’re all I think about. I like sports that my friends do. I am good at sports, generally. They seem to go by so quickly. I am mostly obsessed with field hockey, it’s incredible.
way too much thinking about it, which usually makes the situation worse or not as good. If you obsess about it, you’ll lose your groove. But, what if your crazy about him, or you really want to figure out how to make it better? Must chill. Go for walk. Read a book.
Obsessive, love, eating, reading, addictive. Thomas. Hate. Obsessed with a person, book, song, movie. Loving something to the point of insanity or any other emotion to the point of losing your mind.
obsessed,
hurts you
and me
selfish
and cruel
lost in the
minds lies
obsessed
like rough
rope bindings
obsessed
possessed
repressed
oppressed
cut the ropes
heal the heart
tell the mind
the truth
freedom
is
joy
somting people cannot get over and must spend every minute they can thinking of acting upon it. can be a good thing as motivation but could easily lead to corruption and greed stuff
obsessed with facebook, twitter. how did i live before them> how did i function? was there really a time when FB wasn’t around? how did the dinosaurs cope?
Maybe I am obsessed. Sometimes, it’s difficult to self-assess myself on my emotions. All I know is that you are my world, and that I can’t spend an hour of my day without thinking of you at least five times. Everything I see reminds me of you; why?
i like to think that i am obsessed with certain thing but you must be careful that an obsession doesnt become a worshiping. i believe and live God so i find when people become to obsessed over something they can be practicing the worship of a false god. obsession are contagious.
I love everything about him, I can’t help it. Last night I found myself needing to be with him, right away. I got in my car and I drove to his house. I stayed outside there, parked just outside his house until four in the morning. I don’t know how to stop. The larger part of my brain tells me that this is wrong, insane, but I still have to do it. When I’m not near him it’s like I’m barely even alive. Without him I will die.
its too deep and too sticky. It clings like goose grass. This feeling . Returning again and again. Circle. In pain I try to move away from it , but its always there. A huge lump I can’t get around.
it is a word often associated with extreme behaviours of sexes who cannot get enough of a particular person.. they need counselling in most cases and are of unsound mind, fragmented and obsessive compulsive in nature. They need and want that which they cannot have.
She was obsessed with her hair. Should I wear it up, or should I wear it down? Should I leave it curly, or should I straighten it today. Her hair was the first thing she thought about in the morning and the last thing she thought about before she drifted off to sleep. And now she was going to lose it. With
He was obsessed. Checking the snow report every morning. Evaluating new gear. Planning the ultimate trip. This ski vacation will be unforgettable. It will be epic.
Again. I wanted to do it again and never stop–or maybe I would. Maybe this was the last time. I choose to do this, you see. I could stop if ever I wanted to. I am in control. I am not obsessed.
I was obsessed over the images flashing on the screen. The TV broadcast, thousands of beautiful girls trying out for one goal, to be the next top model, and all I could think is how much I wanted to be up there. Jealousy surged through my mind as I sat in my PJ’s obsessing over the dream.
He’s coming this way dressed in his tailored suit to fit his form. Wait he turned the corner getting out of sight. I’ll follow with this file…. it has to go ttime right e right
Obsessed. It’s like… being in love. But creepier. But also like love, its not something you can stop. It’s an emotion. A weird, complicated one, but an emotion nonetheless.
It’s not hard to hold you down. It’s not hard to press you flat and unwrap you like a Christmas present. I already know what every inch of your skin looks like, even though I’ve never seen it before with *this* particular set of eyes. (Every time I come back, you know, I have to correct my vision and cut my hair.) You look nice. I’m obsessed with your everything.
Obsessed. He’s obsessed. That’s why he’s sitting on the branch outside that person’s window every night. That’s why he’s constantly checking his cellphone. That’s why he walks into Dunkin’ Donuts to buy some coffee though he hates that cheap shit, but– you know. He has to watch. Has to keep an eye out. Because he can’t give it up, even when he has to.
Completely can’t forget about it, can’t forget about anything, even though it was over twenty years ago. Fills my mind, buzzes in my ears. I can see him, there, standing, just as he was, by the mantelpiece, just as if it only happened last night.
i’m obssesed with food and i dont know why this is a fucking desease …!! i’m dont want to be fat ok? just leave me alone hahaha forever alone!!! ahahahahahah omg i’m hungry right now .. where’s my taco!!!!!
Obsessed: about what people think of me. About what people think about other people. About what you look like. Boys. Random unimportant things. Obsessed with your body and your style. If you’re acting weird if you’re being awkward. Obsessed.
I think of the movie and people always wanting the thing. The media makes people obsessed with things, especially girls. It can be scary when you become obsessed with something. Kinda like Lent, good to give things up.
sometimes, i think i am obsessed with writing a story that everyone will think is perfect. why is that? in any other aspect of my life, i give no fucks about what other people think. their definition of perfect doesn’t pertain to me. so why does this perfect ideal within my writing haunt me?
I’m infatuated with art, music, and gorgeous respectable women. You now, the girls who dont have to take their clothes off to look great. Zooey Deschanel, Emma Roberts, so on. Incubus is in my opinion, the best band in the world. I cant get enough of them. And I think its a healthy obsession. I can talk about great art all day. But we won’t get into that. God forbid the word assigned would be “art”. I wouldnt stop typing.
Done
when you can only think about one thing for a long time. it won’t leave your mind and you can’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard you try.
some people are obsessed with violence, with emotion, with work.
obsessions are things you can’t live without. it’s always a negative thing to be obsessed.
obsessed with wanting to be loved by the person that you truly love
obsessed with perfection
obsessed with chocolate
obsessed with being obsessions
You like the color yellow and you can’t stand the fact that I don’t. I like my spoons on my right and I hate it when you set it on my left. We like to fight with each other because we do it a lot and they seem to be over nothing, thankfully we are completely obsessed with each other
Darting around in a micro mini, desperately trying to catch the eyes of spectators, obsessed with glamor and attention.
I used to be obsessed with you. I am slightly obsessed with my body, I remember a day when obsession didnt exist and that was when the problems hadnt manifested yet. Any thing as extreme as obsession is never good even if its for a good thing. And when I realized that my life changed. Freed me from you and your reign over me
I’m not sure what this word means. Obviously I’ve used it before, and I’ve heard it used and read it but I’m not totally sure about the exact definition. If someone thinks about something all the time, are they obsessed with it? Or does it require actual action on this obsession? What if someone’s life is focused on a sole thing or a sole goal- does that qualify as obsession?
Sometimes I get obssessed with weird things. Like death. and suicide. and other gross topics. does this mean i want to die? maybe. maybe i am begging for it, waiting to be taken away to somewhere better than here.
maybe i am obsessed with myself. i only ever think about me. no one else really matters, just how i look and how people precieve me and stuff like that. does anything really matter?
obsessive compulsive disorder. I have that. It sucks. I’m obsessed with…I don’t know, chocolate, people I care about, reading, music. Obsession, or is it just liking something a lot? Obsession makes it sound negative.
I am obsessed with sports. They make me really happy. Sometimes they are just so fun. When they’re over I cry. They’re all I think about. I like sports that my friends do. I am good at sports, generally. They seem to go by so quickly. I am mostly obsessed with field hockey, it’s incredible.
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way too much thinking about it, which usually makes the situation worse or not as good. If you obsess about it, you’ll lose your groove. But, what if your crazy about him, or you really want to figure out how to make it better? Must chill. Go for walk. Read a book.
“Paul? Hello in there…anybody in there? Paul?”
Paul was so preoccupied every time he drove by the scene of Cher’s accident, which unfortunately was caddy corner from his house.
“You’re becoming obsessed with your theory you know?” Mrs. Simmons said calmly.
“I know,” Paul replied. “This thing consumes me, almost haunts me. I think I’m in real trouble.”
Obsessive, love, eating, reading, addictive. Thomas. Hate. Obsessed with a person, book, song, movie. Loving something to the point of insanity or any other emotion to the point of losing your mind.
obsessed,
hurts you
and me
selfish
and cruel
lost in the
minds lies
obsessed
like rough
rope bindings
obsessed
possessed
repressed
oppressed
cut the ropes
heal the heart
tell the mind
the truth
freedom
is
joy
somting people cannot get over and must spend every minute they can thinking of acting upon it. can be a good thing as motivation but could easily lead to corruption and greed stuff
obsessed with facebook, twitter. how did i live before them> how did i function? was there really a time when FB wasn’t around? how did the dinosaurs cope?
Maybe I am obsessed. Sometimes, it’s difficult to self-assess myself on my emotions. All I know is that you are my world, and that I can’t spend an hour of my day without thinking of you at least five times. Everything I see reminds me of you; why?
i like to think that i am obsessed with certain thing but you must be careful that an obsession doesnt become a worshiping. i believe and live God so i find when people become to obsessed over something they can be practicing the worship of a false god. obsession are contagious.
I love everything about him, I can’t help it. Last night I found myself needing to be with him, right away. I got in my car and I drove to his house. I stayed outside there, parked just outside his house until four in the morning. I don’t know how to stop. The larger part of my brain tells me that this is wrong, insane, but I still have to do it. When I’m not near him it’s like I’m barely even alive. Without him I will die.
Obsessions are my strong point.
its my character trait.
Sunny Trebuna= Obsessed.
I obsess over gingers,
music,
art,
success,
and
love.
Is this necessarily a bad thing?
I sure hope not.
Because I’m obsessed with hope too.
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its too deep and too sticky. It clings like goose grass. This feeling . Returning again and again. Circle. In pain I try to move away from it , but its always there. A huge lump I can’t get around.
it is a word often associated with extreme behaviours of sexes who cannot get enough of a particular person.. they need counselling in most cases and are of unsound mind, fragmented and obsessive compulsive in nature. They need and want that which they cannot have.
I am obsessed with the girl I am in love with. my obsession is love. loving the girl of my dreams. I love her too much.
She was obsessed with her hair. Should I wear it up, or should I wear it down? Should I leave it curly, or should I straighten it today. Her hair was the first thing she thought about in the morning and the last thing she thought about before she drifted off to sleep. And now she was going to lose it. With
He was obsessed. Checking the snow report every morning. Evaluating new gear. Planning the ultimate trip. This ski vacation will be unforgettable. It will be epic.
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Again. I wanted to do it again and never stop–or maybe I would. Maybe this was the last time. I choose to do this, you see. I could stop if ever I wanted to. I am in control. I am not obsessed.
I was obsessed over the images flashing on the screen. The TV broadcast, thousands of beautiful girls trying out for one goal, to be the next top model, and all I could think is how much I wanted to be up there. Jealousy surged through my mind as I sat in my PJ’s obsessing over the dream.
He’s coming this way dressed in his tailored suit to fit his form. Wait he turned the corner getting out of sight. I’ll follow with this file…. it has to go ttime right e right
obsessed
Obsessed. It’s like… being in love. But creepier. But also like love, its not something you can stop. It’s an emotion. A weird, complicated one, but an emotion nonetheless.
It’s not hard to hold you down. It’s not hard to press you flat and unwrap you like a Christmas present. I already know what every inch of your skin looks like, even though I’ve never seen it before with *this* particular set of eyes. (Every time I come back, you know, I have to correct my vision and cut my hair.) You look nice. I’m obsessed with your everything.
Obsessed. He’s obsessed. That’s why he’s sitting on the branch outside that person’s window every night. That’s why he’s constantly checking his cellphone. That’s why he walks into Dunkin’ Donuts to buy some coffee though he hates that cheap shit, but– you know. He has to watch. Has to keep an eye out. Because he can’t give it up, even when he has to.