Admit your defeat! I have conquered your challenge! You lose! Hahaha why am i writing this? This is so dumb. who are you people? do you have a guilty conscience? I give up. How much time is left? Well that’s all folks.
george
It was hard to admit at first…that I was a liar, a thief. But I knew it from the deepest parts of my soul. But what could I do to escape this shame? I had ruined everything…and now my own soul was screaming against me. What hope had I, until I found this man…and a cross.
I HAVE TO ADMIT I WASN’T A BELIEVER. ALL THE VAMPIRE STORIES, MOVIES AND TV SHOWS WERE JUST FOR ENTERTAINMENT. I LOVED MR STOKERS DRACULA , THE EXCITEMENT OF UNDERWORLD AND OFCOURSE THE LOVE STORY OF BELLA AND EDWARD, BUT IT WAS ALL JUST FICTION, A GOOD STORY. I HAVE TO ADMIT I WAS SO WRONG. AS I LICKED THE LAST OF THE WARM BLOOD FROM MY COLD LIPS, I PONDERED HOW WRONG I HAD BEEN. EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT THAT SEEMED STRAIGHT FROM A MOVIE, MY LIFE CHANGED. I HAVE TO ADMIT IT WAS FOR THE BETTER. I HAVE TO ADMIT I WAS NOW A BELIEVER AND WAS VERY HAPPY.
That I was upset about it? That I was angry? Honey, I could have ripped a hole in the earth. My nails would have bled. It wouldn’t have meant anything. That was my rock collection. Do you have any idea how long it takes to collect that many rocks?
Most people say, “if only walls could speak…” And although I am sure they would offer up more dirt than what can typically be found on them, little of it would be useful and much of it would be harmful. If I had my way, my dogs would speak in a language I could understand. Because I really wish one of them would admit to eating the Gingerbread Ornaments.
Heather
i have a secret… and it pains me to tell you.
i could never ever think about how i could disclose this to you.
i love you so much…
how could you ever love me if this were to come out.
idk what i would do with out you.
please.
dont let this ruin everything we’ve fought for.
Madison
I admit that I am dirty
dirty like the trash in the gutter you never
stop to pick up
it has something t do with the nature of man
or something philosophical,
but it goes deeper than that, my dirtiness.
i go places even lepers won’t, making the worst of
every situation because i am the situation.
She’s asleep in my bed. Has been for quite some time now. I think she’s sick.
Yes. Sick. You see, her skin has gotten kind of cold, and it’s almost.. waxy? That’s not the right word. No, I have her under blankets. I brush her hair for her while she sleeps.
Now if you’ll just excuse me… I’ve run out of air freshener again. I don’t know what’s causing that smell.
I admit I’m scared of almost everything there isn’t to be scared of. I just got scared out of my mind. He threatened to leave. Oh, and there are gashes on my arms. I admit I scare myself some nights. I need help. Don’t make me regret admitting that to you.
I admit that I’m not perfect, maybe even too much. I have no self esteem but I hide it perfectly. But he knows, and I love him. He tells me to stop but I just can’t. I hurt myself over it. Almost every night. It hurts him too.
EB
admitting things is a task. possibly harder than doing things. admitting a flaw, admitting a secret, admitting a mistake for example. the human mind can’t get over the fact that we are all humans. we make mistakes we all have secrets. so admit to all and you will find others have much to admit to as well.
serena
He’d never admit it, but she glowed with a light he’d never seen before.
I hate to admit it, but I think I could fall head over heels in love with you.
You are all I ever think about during the lonely times, I barely know you, but you make me happier than anyone I’ve ever even been commited too, its sad, but I don’t mind, you’re quite charming….
Charleane Wilhelm
Admit. The first thing I think of when I see this word is TRUTH. When I think about it more, it reminds me of telling the truth. Admitting things is very hard for me. I often have to admit to being wrong, lying, or cheating. Well not very often. But admit is a serious word.
confess. realizing one was wrong and not feeling any shame about it. confess, open your mind for the sake of what is correct, despite personal reservations.
I admit that I only stumbled on this page because I’m bored as hell. Sometimes admitting what you are doing to a person can be bad. Sometimes it’s better if you lied about it then tell the person what you’re really doing.
Nicki
A whisper from behind you.
“Just say it. That’s all you have to do, love. Say it. Admit to it. Then this will all be over, you can go home.”
You feel her breath, soft against your neck. Her bare chest brushes against your back.
I’ll admit nothing. I didn’t do it, no one saw me do it, you can’t prove anything. The last thing they said was that I’d never be asked questions, now here you are, asking! Be gone with you!
Do you ever wonder why people confess to committing crimes they didn’t commit?
Well. They say afterwards that they didn’t do it. They say during interrogation that they didn’t do it. For a time, anyway.
It’s because they know that have it in them to do whatever it is they’re accused of. They know that they could have done it, so they just admit it. And maybe they didn’t. But they certainly aren’t sure of it anymore, so why should we be.
I’ll admit, I made a mistake–said the spider to the fly, as they both sat down calmly to tea. I thought you were food, when really haven’t enough meat on your bones to fill me up.
That’s food for thought, said the fly to the spider, to make sure to fully inspect the quality of your meat before buying from the grocery. Thank goodness not all our farmers are cretins.
Thank goodness we have had such pleasant conversation, agreed the spider to the fly.
Admit it. You have no idea what you want but you are willing to hurt everyone along the way aren’t you? Or, maybe you do know what you want and just don’t care who you hurt.
scott
Just admit it.
You’re worried. Well. I would be too, if I was you. After all, you keep waking up in strange places, with no clue how you got there. I know, of course.
Tell you? Why, that would ruin the fun. I kind of like having this power over you, Alex. The control.
“Scream it. Loud. So everyone can hear. So you can hear it echoing off the seaside cliffs. Shout at the top of your lungs until you’re hoarse. Maybe then you’ll be able to admit it to yourself.”
The witness sat on the stand, sweat dripping down his brow. The jury stood silent, a flesh-smudged statue. He pleadingly met the steely eyes of the prosecuting attorney. He wanted to yell at the man, grab him by the ears and pull that face to his screaming: “I cannot admit to something I have not done.”
i have to admit i was wrong about all the things i said to you when i said i loved you your not there anymore but ill go and live and be with the one who i wanted in the first place its ok to admit your wrong sometimes it makes you a better person
wendy
Just admit it.
You’re worried. Well. I would be too, if I was you. After all, you keep waking up in strange places, with no clue how you got there. I know, of course.
Tell you? Why, that would ruin the fun. I kind of like having this power over you, Alex. The control.
Lauren
I admit it was wrong of me to call that guy a no-good so-and-so, because I didn’t know him from Adam.
I admit everything. Whether it’s good or bad. It’s going to come out eventually so might as well tell.
Jenna
Admit it. You’re a liar. You’ve been lying since the day you could speak, and what’s worse? You remember every lie. Not just your own, oh no. You remember every lie you’ve ever heard, determined not to forget it.
You’re worthless that way – and wonderful, to boot. No matter what you say, you don’t forget it.
You just can’t stop, can you?
LSama
Admit. People admit that they’re lying. That’s one thing. People admit secrets. You can admit how much you love someone or if you’ve lied you admit that you lied. or even admit that you’re sorry. People should tell the tru
Stephanie
If I admit it, will he be creaped, or will it be like in my dreams, all perfect. he acts like he likes me, but maybe he just thinks were best buddies, which we are. What will happen after? I’ve been dreaming for months!
B. Ann T.
I admit the fact that life is a little strange and human’s are pretty fucked up. I’m just saying. Mostly this is because humans can’t admit the fact that we arn’t as imprtant as we think. we are very very self centered, it sucks, but ah well, we’re human, we’ll be what we’ll be. still…
Alexis
I must admit. I’m quite enchanted by you. You drive me mad in the weirdest ways, and yet I sit here with a bemused smile on my face. I do love talking to you, and wish it could be so much more. I wish you didn’t live so far, and life wasn’t so complicated. Are you willing to admit the same?
Jeran
I admit that maybe I’ve been thinking too much about you. I’ve been thinking about what happens in ten days when our worlds will collide again. When we will be able to see each other, speak and touch. And I’ll admit that maybe I shouldn’t have held on to you as long as I have – that maybe that was a bad idea for both of our sakes, but I’m sure you’ll admit too that it wasn’t something you wanted me to stop doing. You wanted me to hold on as long as I did, I’m sure. And I hope that I held on the right way – that we are still possible, if I can admit defeat, and give you up.
He couldn’t admit it. In the end, no matter what he said, what he did, it kept coming back. It was a horrid fact, a bad idea. A terrible thought could have a terribly long career.
It didn’t matter if he was sorry – and he was – because he’d killed her. He’d stabbed her through the gut, spilled her intestines out on the floor.
She was gone.
LSama
I have to admit, what I did last night was a betrayal of your trust. But sometimes, you need to tell someone. I can’t take back what happened to you but I can try my best to protect you in the future and to protect myself. I hope we can still be friends. Or it will be a very lonely year.
Admit your defeat! I have conquered your challenge! You lose! Hahaha why am i writing this? This is so dumb. who are you people? do you have a guilty conscience? I give up. How much time is left? Well that’s all folks.
It was hard to admit at first…that I was a liar, a thief. But I knew it from the deepest parts of my soul. But what could I do to escape this shame? I had ruined everything…and now my own soul was screaming against me. What hope had I, until I found this man…and a cross.
I HAVE TO ADMIT I WASN’T A BELIEVER. ALL THE VAMPIRE STORIES, MOVIES AND TV SHOWS WERE JUST FOR ENTERTAINMENT. I LOVED MR STOKERS DRACULA , THE EXCITEMENT OF UNDERWORLD AND OFCOURSE THE LOVE STORY OF BELLA AND EDWARD, BUT IT WAS ALL JUST FICTION, A GOOD STORY. I HAVE TO ADMIT I WAS SO WRONG. AS I LICKED THE LAST OF THE WARM BLOOD FROM MY COLD LIPS, I PONDERED HOW WRONG I HAD BEEN. EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT THAT SEEMED STRAIGHT FROM A MOVIE, MY LIFE CHANGED. I HAVE TO ADMIT IT WAS FOR THE BETTER. I HAVE TO ADMIT I WAS NOW A BELIEVER AND WAS VERY HAPPY.
That I was upset about it? That I was angry? Honey, I could have ripped a hole in the earth. My nails would have bled. It wouldn’t have meant anything. That was my rock collection. Do you have any idea how long it takes to collect that many rocks?
I admit that I only hate dicks on cismales. Silicone is great.
I admit that I got soo drunk last night…..apparently I threw up a lot and kissed two girls. :P Interesting night to say the least. Hangovers suck.
Most people say, “if only walls could speak…” And although I am sure they would offer up more dirt than what can typically be found on them, little of it would be useful and much of it would be harmful. If I had my way, my dogs would speak in a language I could understand. Because I really wish one of them would admit to eating the Gingerbread Ornaments.
i have a secret… and it pains me to tell you.
i could never ever think about how i could disclose this to you.
i love you so much…
how could you ever love me if this were to come out.
idk what i would do with out you.
please.
dont let this ruin everything we’ve fought for.
I admit that I am dirty
dirty like the trash in the gutter you never
stop to pick up
it has something t do with the nature of man
or something philosophical,
but it goes deeper than that, my dirtiness.
i go places even lepers won’t, making the worst of
every situation because i am the situation.
She’s asleep in my bed. Has been for quite some time now. I think she’s sick.
Yes. Sick. You see, her skin has gotten kind of cold, and it’s almost.. waxy? That’s not the right word. No, I have her under blankets. I brush her hair for her while she sleeps.
Now if you’ll just excuse me… I’ve run out of air freshener again. I don’t know what’s causing that smell.
I admit I’m scared of almost everything there isn’t to be scared of. I just got scared out of my mind. He threatened to leave. Oh, and there are gashes on my arms. I admit I scare myself some nights. I need help. Don’t make me regret admitting that to you.
I admit that I’m not perfect, maybe even too much. I have no self esteem but I hide it perfectly. But he knows, and I love him. He tells me to stop but I just can’t. I hurt myself over it. Almost every night. It hurts him too.
admitting things is a task. possibly harder than doing things. admitting a flaw, admitting a secret, admitting a mistake for example. the human mind can’t get over the fact that we are all humans. we make mistakes we all have secrets. so admit to all and you will find others have much to admit to as well.
He’d never admit it, but she glowed with a light he’d never seen before.
I hate to admit it, but I think I could fall head over heels in love with you.
You are all I ever think about during the lonely times, I barely know you, but you make me happier than anyone I’ve ever even been commited too, its sad, but I don’t mind, you’re quite charming….
Admit. The first thing I think of when I see this word is TRUTH. When I think about it more, it reminds me of telling the truth. Admitting things is very hard for me. I often have to admit to being wrong, lying, or cheating. Well not very often. But admit is a serious word.
confess. realizing one was wrong and not feeling any shame about it. confess, open your mind for the sake of what is correct, despite personal reservations.
I admit it. I don’t want to but I will. It is just hard, you know? To admit something that you only just realized yourself?
I admit that I only stumbled on this page because I’m bored as hell. Sometimes admitting what you are doing to a person can be bad. Sometimes it’s better if you lied about it then tell the person what you’re really doing.
A whisper from behind you.
“Just say it. That’s all you have to do, love. Say it. Admit to it. Then this will all be over, you can go home.”
You feel her breath, soft against your neck. Her bare chest brushes against your back.
Home? Why would you want to go home.
I’ll admit nothing. I didn’t do it, no one saw me do it, you can’t prove anything. The last thing they said was that I’d never be asked questions, now here you are, asking! Be gone with you!
Do you ever wonder why people confess to committing crimes they didn’t commit?
Well. They say afterwards that they didn’t do it. They say during interrogation that they didn’t do it. For a time, anyway.
It’s because they know that have it in them to do whatever it is they’re accused of. They know that they could have done it, so they just admit it. And maybe they didn’t. But they certainly aren’t sure of it anymore, so why should we be.
I’ll admit, I made a mistake–said the spider to the fly, as they both sat down calmly to tea. I thought you were food, when really haven’t enough meat on your bones to fill me up.
That’s food for thought, said the fly to the spider, to make sure to fully inspect the quality of your meat before buying from the grocery. Thank goodness not all our farmers are cretins.
Thank goodness we have had such pleasant conversation, agreed the spider to the fly.
Admit it. You have no idea what you want but you are willing to hurt everyone along the way aren’t you? Or, maybe you do know what you want and just don’t care who you hurt.
Just admit it.
You’re worried. Well. I would be too, if I was you. After all, you keep waking up in strange places, with no clue how you got there. I know, of course.
Tell you? Why, that would ruin the fun. I kind of like having this power over you, Alex. The control.
“Scream it. Loud. So everyone can hear. So you can hear it echoing off the seaside cliffs. Shout at the top of your lungs until you’re hoarse. Maybe then you’ll be able to admit it to yourself.”
The witness sat on the stand, sweat dripping down his brow. The jury stood silent, a flesh-smudged statue. He pleadingly met the steely eyes of the prosecuting attorney. He wanted to yell at the man, grab him by the ears and pull that face to his screaming: “I cannot admit to something I have not done.”
Alas, he sat quietly in his seat.
i have to admit i was wrong about all the things i said to you when i said i loved you your not there anymore but ill go and live and be with the one who i wanted in the first place its ok to admit your wrong sometimes it makes you a better person
Just admit it.
You’re worried. Well. I would be too, if I was you. After all, you keep waking up in strange places, with no clue how you got there. I know, of course.
Tell you? Why, that would ruin the fun. I kind of like having this power over you, Alex. The control.
I admit it was wrong of me to call that guy a no-good so-and-so, because I didn’t know him from Adam.
Throat deep, bitter tongue, eye thrash. Eager, violent, to the point of no return.
Gone, are the morals.
Admit it, you love it.
I admit everything. Whether it’s good or bad. It’s going to come out eventually so might as well tell.
Admit it. You’re a liar. You’ve been lying since the day you could speak, and what’s worse? You remember every lie. Not just your own, oh no. You remember every lie you’ve ever heard, determined not to forget it.
You’re worthless that way – and wonderful, to boot. No matter what you say, you don’t forget it.
You just can’t stop, can you?
Admit. People admit that they’re lying. That’s one thing. People admit secrets. You can admit how much you love someone or if you’ve lied you admit that you lied. or even admit that you’re sorry. People should tell the tru
If I admit it, will he be creaped, or will it be like in my dreams, all perfect. he acts like he likes me, but maybe he just thinks were best buddies, which we are. What will happen after? I’ve been dreaming for months!
I admit the fact that life is a little strange and human’s are pretty fucked up. I’m just saying. Mostly this is because humans can’t admit the fact that we arn’t as imprtant as we think. we are very very self centered, it sucks, but ah well, we’re human, we’ll be what we’ll be. still…
I must admit. I’m quite enchanted by you. You drive me mad in the weirdest ways, and yet I sit here with a bemused smile on my face. I do love talking to you, and wish it could be so much more. I wish you didn’t live so far, and life wasn’t so complicated. Are you willing to admit the same?
I admit that maybe I’ve been thinking too much about you. I’ve been thinking about what happens in ten days when our worlds will collide again. When we will be able to see each other, speak and touch. And I’ll admit that maybe I shouldn’t have held on to you as long as I have – that maybe that was a bad idea for both of our sakes, but I’m sure you’ll admit too that it wasn’t something you wanted me to stop doing. You wanted me to hold on as long as I did, I’m sure. And I hope that I held on the right way – that we are still possible, if I can admit defeat, and give you up.
He couldn’t admit it. In the end, no matter what he said, what he did, it kept coming back. It was a horrid fact, a bad idea. A terrible thought could have a terribly long career.
It didn’t matter if he was sorry – and he was – because he’d killed her. He’d stabbed her through the gut, spilled her intestines out on the floor.
She was gone.
I have to admit, what I did last night was a betrayal of your trust. But sometimes, you need to tell someone. I can’t take back what happened to you but I can try my best to protect you in the future and to protect myself. I hope we can still be friends. Or it will be a very lonely year.