The word I see above is wrong. The word is written in pink and is, like all typed words, perfect in shape and form, seemingly flawless. The word carries a negative connotation in society mainly in part because people view being wrong as not being smart enough to be correct or because being wrong is simply not acceptable when all people want is the “right” in society.
Ed was so proud to bring Antoinette back to meet his family for dinner. His parents, grandparents, sister and brother were there with their children, all dressed in their finest clothing. Ed was the last unmarried member of the family. It was going well, breaking bread over the fine tin plates and flannel tablecloth and everyone just loved his new sweetie. They didn’t even think it was the least bit wrong when she stood up and asked, “can I open a window? I have to fart.”
I am never wrong
You are never wrong
He is never wrong
She is never wrong
The world is never wrong
Problems in the world today stem from the fact that no one is ever wrong
she was wrong. everything was wrong. you were wrong. the feeling of the heart, stomach, and mind dropping as everyone ridicules you. very wrong you are, wrong wrong wrong. she tried to keep smiling, when wrong meant right and right meant wrong. everyone was wrong. she was right.
I knew it was wrong, i really did.. but i just couldn’t help myself, you know? Darry was just…so frustrating at times. But i couldn’t help but love him. I really couldn’t. and i feel bad, i truely do for what i did. it kind of just happened. and i know that he’ll probably hate me forever.
silence fell over his lips before his mind could recognize what was wrong.
closing her eyes with his fingers, he stepped away and slipped out the door.
you think you know what im thinking but you dont you think i have no emotions but you are wrong. if you think i am not true, you are wronger than my life without you.
I’m wrong. My whole life is wrong. I was wrong about him. I wish I had been wrong about the other one. My direction in life is wrong. The way I constantly feel everyday is wrong. My mother and father are wrong. My friends are COMPLETELY wrong. The world is wrong. It’s all just….wrong.
I’m not sure what to write about this word, because it’s so embarrassing to be wrong. Like when you’re so riled up about something, or you’re standing by something that you’re so stubborn in sticking to… and you turn out to be wrong. I hate it.
i knew i shouldn’t have. but i couldn’t help it. it was a bad decision. a bad fork in the road that i chose to take. but you know what they say. when one door closes, two others open. so i’ll wait it out. it can’t be that bad, can it?
It was wrong to look into his eyes and tell him he wasn’t worth it. That somehow his place in this world wasn’t as great as theirs; that they were riding gleaming black stallion while he wobbled around, soaking up errant mud with his cravate.
i shouldn’t have done it. i knew it was the bad road to choose, but it was the most logical in my mind. maybe logical isn’t always the way to go, because things are worse now than they used to be. but they do always say when one door closes, two more open. i’ll just have to wait it out, and see what comes of the bad decisions.
Wrong . Everything is wrong . The world , the people in it , the way they think . It seems like everything now days is wrong . Everyone makes the ” wrong ” choices . It doesn’t seem fair . Doesn’t seem human . Doesn’t seem .. right . The difference between , wrong and right ? I don’t even know anymore . Everything is wrong .
What I did to you was wrong.
Leaving you was wrong.
Missing you is wrong.
Loving you is impossible to stop.
You’re right.
We’re perfect.
For each other.
it is not correct. It starts with a w. If you do this you’re not right. It’s the opposite of correct and no the opposite of left even though the synonym “right” means two things.
Wrong. I think i’m wrong. I’m wrong because I don’t know what I really want. I’m wrong because I wasn’t good enough to get into my college. Wrong. It’s all wrong. It’s wrong that I have to beg for a hug. It’s even worse that I have no one to ask it for.
The sustained feeling of the drug was nothing that I couldn’t handle, not after the world Mark had exposed me to. A world filled with bright colors and a lack of focus, this world was very foreign at first, to both me and my mom. She didn’t take a kindle to my new limitations, but hey, we can’t all be right.
Is it my fault for how wrong this has become? Is it wrong that I still long to sink into your eyes of cotton? Is it wrong that I still think of you from my elbows to ears? It is so wrong. Every bit of me feels the wrongness and my terrible terrible heart claiming you right.
It feels wrong-
This,
You,
Me,
We,
ALL.
I feel used and abused
Like a syringe you use for muse.
I’m breaking out of what we have-
Breaking out of bad romance
I feel right,
This,
Done,
We,
You,
Me,
NONE.
Her voice sounded wrong. I mean, it sounded like her, but it didn’t. I didn’t have any facial features or body language to compare, because it was over the phone.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean just leave,” she said again, forceful, but not like she meant it.
“I can’t,” I replied. “I’ve got nowhere to go.”
don’t be wrong, because you are never wrong. But you can’t be right without someone else being wrong. So is everyone wrong and you right but it doesn’t matter. Life moves on whether you are wrong or right. So am I wrong or am I right?
I’ve decided that I’m never wrong. I always know what I’m talking about. But that’s wrong too. We’re all wrong I guess. But I always feel right. And you always feel right.
it was wrong to eat the chili with meat in it in front of my vegetarian roommate. she looked at me, her eyes glazed with tears, and i knew that i better start packing my bags. i couldn’t help myself, it was so tasty and aromatic with that tangy tomato sauce and thick chunks of ground beef!
Do I always have to be right? Can I feel wrong for just a moment, like a human being? Can I step off this pedestal and make mistakes? Why can’t I develop an eating disorder? Is that so wrong to wish for? I don’t want to be right.
i have always thought about the difference between right and wrong, they are in all of my considerations. like, i know that it is right to shut off all of the lights at the end of the day, but i also know it is wrong for me to smoke, however I still make a habit out of it. I know that it is wrong because it is bad for my health, and that is a fact we all know.
How am I to know what is right and what is wrong? Is there really such thing as right or wrong or are these just abstract concepts that we create for ourselves so that we can feel comfortable with the world. So we can justify things. If we don’t know what’s wrong we can never feel like we’re doing the right thing. But who are we to say what’s wrong?
what do you mean wrong? in whose eyes? sometimes when we talk like this I feel like you think you’re the only one in the room and you’re trying to make your mind up, rather than actually debating an issues with an equal. come back.
What is wrong? It’s one of the hardest things to figure out in this life. We’ve got the Bible, and that sure helps, and we’ve got the Holy Spirit- our conscience. But it’s hard figuring out just exactly how black and white the world is, and just how much you can bend your preconcieved rules to do right.
It was all wrong. I have done all wrong and it couldnt be made right again. it would always be this way. wishes could never come true and nothing would be accomplished. wrong. wrong wrong. sit in the corner. you did wrong.
He thought it wrong to judge, but that, perhaps, was in part of his lack of cognitive ability and new age notions. As a human, it was his nature to judge those around him. On appearance, personality, everything. It seemed he just didn’t have the basic layout of most people.
Is it wrong to want Love in your Life? To want to not grow old alone. and to want to have a man who will be by your side everyday? No, I’m not depressed!
After all that time (was it so long? It couldn’t have been, only a few months…) she had to do it. She had to step back, away from him. There he was, just outside her reach. She messed up, had wronged him. And her. Them both. It wasn’t right to try and break them apart, not when they needed each other. She didn’t want to find out that being in love was wrong.
Wrong. Of course, it brings up the old question: what’s wrong and what’s right. It’s all a matter of perspective, I guess. Oh, to be right. The trick is to be right in the eyes of others. Oh, how to be right. How to be right. How do you please that which you care for most?
He’s wrong if he thinks that I am crazy about him. I’m not. How can I be? I hardly know him. What I am is strangely attracted, and not because of his looks, but for another reason entirely, one that is unknown. And if he thinks that because of my silly attempts I’m worthless, he’s wrong.
I was wrong on question 3 but that was it. Damn, had I really gotten into HatersForYourMom? What did this mean? I knew what it meant. It meant Melissa. I have Melissa.
The word I see above is wrong. The word is written in pink and is, like all typed words, perfect in shape and form, seemingly flawless. The word carries a negative connotation in society mainly in part because people view being wrong as not being smart enough to be correct or because being wrong is simply not acceptable when all people want is the “right” in society.
Ed was so proud to bring Antoinette back to meet his family for dinner. His parents, grandparents, sister and brother were there with their children, all dressed in their finest clothing. Ed was the last unmarried member of the family. It was going well, breaking bread over the fine tin plates and flannel tablecloth and everyone just loved his new sweetie. They didn’t even think it was the least bit wrong when she stood up and asked, “can I open a window? I have to fart.”
I am never wrong
You are never wrong
He is never wrong
She is never wrong
The world is never wrong
Problems in the world today stem from the fact that no one is ever wrong
she was wrong. everything was wrong. you were wrong. the feeling of the heart, stomach, and mind dropping as everyone ridicules you. very wrong you are, wrong wrong wrong. she tried to keep smiling, when wrong meant right and right meant wrong. everyone was wrong. she was right.
I knew it was wrong, i really did.. but i just couldn’t help myself, you know? Darry was just…so frustrating at times. But i couldn’t help but love him. I really couldn’t. and i feel bad, i truely do for what i did. it kind of just happened. and i know that he’ll probably hate me forever.
but i’ll love him longer
silence fell over his lips before his mind could recognize what was wrong.
closing her eyes with his fingers, he stepped away and slipped out the door.
you think you know what im thinking but you dont you think i have no emotions but you are wrong. if you think i am not true, you are wronger than my life without you.
I’m wrong. My whole life is wrong. I was wrong about him. I wish I had been wrong about the other one. My direction in life is wrong. The way I constantly feel everyday is wrong. My mother and father are wrong. My friends are COMPLETELY wrong. The world is wrong. It’s all just….wrong.
What’s wrong with this picture?
I can’t even start.
I’m not sure what to write about this word, because it’s so embarrassing to be wrong. Like when you’re so riled up about something, or you’re standing by something that you’re so stubborn in sticking to… and you turn out to be wrong. I hate it.
i knew i shouldn’t have. but i couldn’t help it. it was a bad decision. a bad fork in the road that i chose to take. but you know what they say. when one door closes, two others open. so i’ll wait it out. it can’t be that bad, can it?
It was wrong to look into his eyes and tell him he wasn’t worth it. That somehow his place in this world wasn’t as great as theirs; that they were riding gleaming black stallion while he wobbled around, soaking up errant mud with his cravate.
i shouldn’t have done it. i knew it was the bad road to choose, but it was the most logical in my mind. maybe logical isn’t always the way to go, because things are worse now than they used to be. but they do always say when one door closes, two more open. i’ll just have to wait it out, and see what comes of the bad decisions.
Wrong . Everything is wrong . The world , the people in it , the way they think . It seems like everything now days is wrong . Everyone makes the ” wrong ” choices . It doesn’t seem fair . Doesn’t seem human . Doesn’t seem .. right . The difference between , wrong and right ? I don’t even know anymore . Everything is wrong .
What I did to you was wrong.
Leaving you was wrong.
Missing you is wrong.
Loving you is impossible to stop.
You’re right.
We’re perfect.
For each other.
it is not correct. It starts with a w. If you do this you’re not right. It’s the opposite of correct and no the opposite of left even though the synonym “right” means two things.
you are.
Wrong. I think i’m wrong. I’m wrong because I don’t know what I really want. I’m wrong because I wasn’t good enough to get into my college. Wrong. It’s all wrong. It’s wrong that I have to beg for a hug. It’s even worse that I have no one to ask it for.
Bad. Murdering. Brussel Sprouts. It is wrong to lie, cheat, steal, etc. It is wrong to spell etc as ‘ect’ because you think that’s how it is spelled.
The sustained feeling of the drug was nothing that I couldn’t handle, not after the world Mark had exposed me to. A world filled with bright colors and a lack of focus, this world was very foreign at first, to both me and my mom. She didn’t take a kindle to my new limitations, but hey, we can’t all be right.
Is it my fault for how wrong this has become? Is it wrong that I still long to sink into your eyes of cotton? Is it wrong that I still think of you from my elbows to ears? It is so wrong. Every bit of me feels the wrongness and my terrible terrible heart claiming you right.
It feels wrong-
This,
You,
Me,
We,
ALL.
I feel used and abused
Like a syringe you use for muse.
I’m breaking out of what we have-
Breaking out of bad romance
I feel right,
This,
Done,
We,
You,
Me,
NONE.
Her voice sounded wrong. I mean, it sounded like her, but it didn’t. I didn’t have any facial features or body language to compare, because it was over the phone.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean just leave,” she said again, forceful, but not like she meant it.
“I can’t,” I replied. “I’ve got nowhere to go.”
don’t be wrong, because you are never wrong. But you can’t be right without someone else being wrong. So is everyone wrong and you right but it doesn’t matter. Life moves on whether you are wrong or right. So am I wrong or am I right?
I’ve decided that I’m never wrong. I always know what I’m talking about. But that’s wrong too. We’re all wrong I guess. But I always feel right. And you always feel right.
it was wrong to eat the chili with meat in it in front of my vegetarian roommate. she looked at me, her eyes glazed with tears, and i knew that i better start packing my bags. i couldn’t help myself, it was so tasty and aromatic with that tangy tomato sauce and thick chunks of ground beef!
Do I always have to be right? Can I feel wrong for just a moment, like a human being? Can I step off this pedestal and make mistakes? Why can’t I develop an eating disorder? Is that so wrong to wish for? I don’t want to be right.
i have always thought about the difference between right and wrong, they are in all of my considerations. like, i know that it is right to shut off all of the lights at the end of the day, but i also know it is wrong for me to smoke, however I still make a habit out of it. I know that it is wrong because it is bad for my health, and that is a fact we all know.
Wrong. What is wrong? Am I wrong?
How am I to know what is right and what is wrong? Is there really such thing as right or wrong or are these just abstract concepts that we create for ourselves so that we can feel comfortable with the world. So we can justify things. If we don’t know what’s wrong we can never feel like we’re doing the right thing. But who are we to say what’s wrong?
what do you mean wrong? in whose eyes? sometimes when we talk like this I feel like you think you’re the only one in the room and you’re trying to make your mind up, rather than actually debating an issues with an equal. come back.
What is wrong? It’s one of the hardest things to figure out in this life. We’ve got the Bible, and that sure helps, and we’ve got the Holy Spirit- our conscience. But it’s hard figuring out just exactly how black and white the world is, and just how much you can bend your preconcieved rules to do right.
It was all wrong. I have done all wrong and it couldnt be made right again. it would always be this way. wishes could never come true and nothing would be accomplished. wrong. wrong wrong. sit in the corner. you did wrong.
He thought it wrong to judge, but that, perhaps, was in part of his lack of cognitive ability and new age notions. As a human, it was his nature to judge those around him. On appearance, personality, everything. It seemed he just didn’t have the basic layout of most people.
I know it is wrong, but I must confess. The girl I met last Tuesday, you know, the one in the blue dress…Father forgive me.
Is it wrong to want Love in your Life? To want to not grow old alone. and to want to have a man who will be by your side everyday? No, I’m not depressed!
After all that time (was it so long? It couldn’t have been, only a few months…) she had to do it. She had to step back, away from him. There he was, just outside her reach. She messed up, had wronged him. And her. Them both. It wasn’t right to try and break them apart, not when they needed each other. She didn’t want to find out that being in love was wrong.
Wrong. Of course, it brings up the old question: what’s wrong and what’s right. It’s all a matter of perspective, I guess. Oh, to be right. The trick is to be right in the eyes of others. Oh, how to be right. How to be right. How do you please that which you care for most?
Wrong, like in wricked wings, wrestling over … a bong?
who’s the one to cut between wrong and fine?
probably just letters…
He’s wrong if he thinks that I am crazy about him. I’m not. How can I be? I hardly know him. What I am is strangely attracted, and not because of his looks, but for another reason entirely, one that is unknown. And if he thinks that because of my silly attempts I’m worthless, he’s wrong.
I was wrong on question 3 but that was it. Damn, had I really gotten into HatersForYourMom? What did this mean? I knew what it meant. It meant Melissa. I have Melissa.