long locks
unnatural red hair
the same slender hands
came into my dreams every night
it was possible to say that I was in love
I was not
I just wanted someone to wipe my tears and tell me I
was still sane
With you with your smell with your words eith your thoughts. I’m obssesed with everything you are, even you relationship with her. I’m obssesed for your calls, our time together, your wrong intentions. Our music, our long conversantions… Our good taste. I’m so obsessed about you that even when i’m writting about someone else, it ends beimg about you. Please, be obsessed with me… Please try notto sleep thinking about me, try to take long shots of pure alcohol prettending to erase my thought. Plese miss me everyday i’m away, get goosecombs on my thought. Miss my music, miss my voice.. Wish for my breath in your mouth… Even sometimes you should compare me, even sometimes want me, even sometimes hate me for being so obsessed with me.
i’m totally obsessed with lady gaga and now willow smith. i really love willow smith; i think she’ll be a good role model for young kids everywhere. she teaches everyone uniqueness and the celebration of the individual.
crazy about it. like it a lot. always thinking of it. happy with it. beautiful. magic. wow. incredible.
sofia
does anyone else think of dolph lundgren all the time? Like way too often. All the time. Is that obsession? I also like eggs. and socks. wait i can still write as much as i want thats cheap its way more than 60 seconds bs.
randall
I was obsessed with finding the answer. Over and over I looked over the data, the lines of unfathomable code trying to find a clue, but time and time again I ended frustrated, and confused. If I was going to cure this unimaginable horror, the obsession would be the only thing I’d have left to find it.
im obsessed with feces. eating them. feeling them. in my nose. yes. there. the runnier the better. I have dreams of it. I would kill for it but i dont have to because i poop it out naturally. so thats cool. obsessed.
todd
With you, with your smell, with your words, with your thoughts. I’m obssesed with everything you are, even you relationship with her. I’m obsessed for your calls, our time together, your wrong intentions. Our music, our long conversantions… Our good taste. I’m so obsessed about you that even when i’m writting about someone else, it ends being about you. Please, be obsessed with me… Please try not to sleep thinking about me, try to take long shots of pure alcohol prettending to erase my thought. Plese miss me everyday i’m away, get goosebumps on my thought. Miss my music, miss my voice.. Wish for my breath in your mouth… Even sometimes you should compare me, even sometimes want me, even sometimes hate me for being so obsessed with me.
Alejandra
Once upon a time there was a girl named Faith who was lost in the world. All she wanted was someone to love her. Seriously, love her. She just wanted to feel wanted. She wanted to do great things. Even though she knew Jesus loved her, she wanted a physical kind of love. She wanted a hug, and someone to tell her that she’s going to be okay. Yes, that’s the kind of love that she wants. She doesn’t get it from anywhere else.
faith
And she sits and stares, and her hand raises to the mirror. Eyes rove over what she sees, before closing.
I’ll never be me.
The words will never listen.
Why doesn’t anyone else see the girl I am?
Why do the words keep telling me I’m wrong?
Tell me please, I’m so lost, someone help me. I’ve fallen and I can’t get up; the music will never play again.
Qori
He was obsessed with looking at trees at night. In some parts of the city where the streetlamps were old and still cast a cold blue glow instead of a sulphurous orange, he would walk at night and let himself be hypnotized by the ultra-greenness of the leaves against the black sky.
Sloan
I am obsessed with living as myself. but in my obsession I have lost myself. I have no clue what I want to do or who I am. I grasp at others hobbies to see if they will fulfill my own obsession. They never quite do.
Poop
I’m obsessed with you, you are the only thing I think about every morning and every night. Do you see me in your dreams, I see you in mine. Do you notice me, i think you don’t. But you stand out. You’re always on my mind.
Erin
i am obsessed with the first girl I kissed. I can’t help it–it’s the way she ends things, and now I can’t stop thinking about her. it’s not even like I care enough to want to be friends anymore…I jsut want fucking closure, you know? Every time I see this word now I think of her and it freaking kills me that she has that much power over me, even after all this time has passed.
Dani
Most people are obsessed with some guy. They fawn over him constantly. And they’ve never even spoken a word to the boy. They have no idea who he really is. But they know stupid useless facts about him. But me, I’m not obsessed. I wait, I get to know him. And then I fall in love.
compulsion towards things, objects. being overwhelmed by attraction and wanting. longing for a desired outcome. being taken over by the mind though the outer experience.
Bobo
The nymph was obsessed with the man who came to stare at her each Sunday morning through the mist that always gathered on the river bank. His golden, wind-swept hair and emerald green eyes stayed fresh in her mind with every moment that passed.
Jackie
I truly am obsessed with skiing. It is a lifelong obsession. What I mean by this is that I have left riches, sunny climates, financial security, a better career, friends, family and the familiar behind to follow the snow, and to ensure that I have the ability to glide down it on long sandwiched technological constructions of fiberglass, alloys and wood as often as possible.
SR
I can’t help but be obsessed with this one strand of hair. Every morning I’ll wake up, and it’ll stick straight up. No matter what I do it won’t stay down. So I cut it.
with love, because it’s all that really matters.
with life and whether or not I’m doing it right
grammar, because the english language is going to shit
obsessions- never really healthy, but a life without them isn’t truly happy
caitlin gompf
hahahha boys. really thats all all. well theres bradley oh no there is that movie onseed . i wanted to see that who’s in it dran i can;t remember but i guess i am with vincent ohwho cares welll i do i wish i could just tell him how i feel oh jeex i mean i know its going no i have s small chance that it goes somewhere but i guess it may not b
cris patlan
obsession with addiction. We used to ride everywhere with everything flying past at massive speeds. Everything eventually falling into memory falling into its self falling into a story.
Everyone’s obsessed with at least SOMEONE in their life. I’m obsessed with band guys and their band’s music. Music gets me through my horrible days. So really . . . music is my obsession. Is it yours?
Sydd
I obsess over music. I can’t live without it. Music helps me get through every day. It’s a reminder that I’m not alone.
Today’s word is obsessed? Well that brings a lot of things to mind. Funny how on the first day I join this site a word comes up that I can relate to. Okay. I’m obsessed with finding love and recognition but I’m too lazy to put any work into finding them. Maybe they’ll just fall into place one day.
obsessed. maddie’s obsessed with my best friend. so is charlotte. she thinks she’s down with the cool kids, but he begs me to come along when she meets him so he doesn’t have to be alone with her. actually, come to think of it, there are quite a few girls who are obsessed with him. but i’m not. i’m obsessed with joe. not obsessed as such, just in love (:
Too much noise will drive me insane. I can hear everything. I can hear too much. Audiologists say I should have been a spy. I wish I were. Then I’d have an excuse for hearing too much.much.toomcuh
Steph
i am obsessed with my girlfriend. i am really in love with her and i would do anything for her. i always want to be with her, i always think about her, i always dream about her and talk about her. i love her, and i have an obsession with her. i want to marry her someday, although i only am 14 and i am a girl saying i want to marry my girlfriend, i love her and i want to marry her. she’s my everything.
McKenna Larson
This makes me think of so many incidents and people that I don’t know where to begin. Maybe I will start with a particular friend (who shall remain nameless) who still laughs at the both of us being ‘obsessed,’ with a particular rock star (who will also remain nameless!) since we were 15 years old – and we are now almost 40!
with my friends
with what my life will be like in the future
with my job
with my weight
what my kids will be like
if ill ever get married
if i’ll ever go on a date
if people look at me the way i think they do
stephanie
Several girls are obsessed with the ideas of being in love and societies stereotype of beauty. Obsessed is a term that could also be associated with creeper or stalker. We all have our quirky obsessions.
Malina Jones
Im obsessed with cruising, in fact it is somewhat of an addiciton.
Tj Macy
i am obsessed about reading it is something i do constantly and cant stop i am starting writing too it is also becoming an obsession i am not obsessed about school this can be a problem at some times because i will read and not do my work obsession can be both good and bad it depends on how its handled i know some people who are obsessed about perfection or having their way this can often cause problems when relating to other people but not always. sometimes its good as it gets things done and done well but like i said not always it is a two sided coin and you cant have one without the other now i am noticing that someone who is obsessed about grammar would just about hate my right now for my horribly long run on sentence but like i said i am not obsessed about school or perfection so its ok as i don’t know who will ever read this they don’t matter much about my writing anyway so its all good. i don’t know what else to wright or if i have much more time i don’t know but some people are obsessed about time management i am not one of these people THANK GOD am i don’t yet? yes i am it says so at the bottom i wonder when that popped up oh well i’m not obsessed about my time or how much i actually got done in that one minute
Aiden McBryne
Grasping. Trying to catch any moment he can with her. She floats, shimmering, in his vision like the mystical being he sometimes believes she is. He knows not why she captivates him so, only that she does.
He’s not obsessed. He tells himself that many times, trying to make it true.
****
She’s afraid. Afraid of how much he longs for her. Maybe it’s contagious. She can’t bear to catch it; she already feels it knocking at her insides when she sees him, trying to force its way in.
She has a sneaking suspicion that she doesn’t belong here, that if she lets him in, she’ll disappear and go back to wherever she came from. And she doesn’t want that. She wants to stay here, even though the way her being wavers so often is tiring, even though there’s some balance she’s upsetting by thinking she might want to be with him.
Strange; he was always regarded as one of the most composed detectives in the precinct, nothing getting under his skin, none of his colleagues really knowing his story- he was fairly happy with this arrangement, but for some intangible reason, sat here as an observer behind the one way glass, he found himself becoming obsessed with this latest suspect- every move she made and the inflections of her voice led him into a strange enchantment that he really didn’t want to stop.
What do you do when you can’t let go. And it’s not even of just one thing, it is everything accumulated. Will the rest of my life be like this? What if I am always like this? I wish every day that I would change, but how can I change the person who I am? This is the only me I know.
crazy jealous, because when you care about someone like that it’s all you can do but hope that they love you back. and you know it, you can’t help it, but you are obsessed with their love. in the best way possible, of course. obsession, like childhood crushes, like wanting something more than you can stand. it’s human, it’s stupid, and sometimes it can tear you apart.
long locks
unnatural red hair
the same slender hands
came into my dreams every night
it was possible to say that I was in love
I was not
I just wanted someone to wipe my tears and tell me I
was still sane
With you with your smell with your words eith your thoughts. I’m obssesed with everything you are, even you relationship with her. I’m obssesed for your calls, our time together, your wrong intentions. Our music, our long conversantions… Our good taste. I’m so obsessed about you that even when i’m writting about someone else, it ends beimg about you. Please, be obsessed with me… Please try notto sleep thinking about me, try to take long shots of pure alcohol prettending to erase my thought. Plese miss me everyday i’m away, get goosecombs on my thought. Miss my music, miss my voice.. Wish for my breath in your mouth… Even sometimes you should compare me, even sometimes want me, even sometimes hate me for being so obsessed with me.
i’m totally obsessed with lady gaga and now willow smith. i really love willow smith; i think she’ll be a good role model for young kids everywhere. she teaches everyone uniqueness and the celebration of the individual.
crazy about it. like it a lot. always thinking of it. happy with it. beautiful. magic. wow. incredible.
does anyone else think of dolph lundgren all the time? Like way too often. All the time. Is that obsession? I also like eggs. and socks. wait i can still write as much as i want thats cheap its way more than 60 seconds bs.
I was obsessed with finding the answer. Over and over I looked over the data, the lines of unfathomable code trying to find a clue, but time and time again I ended frustrated, and confused. If I was going to cure this unimaginable horror, the obsession would be the only thing I’d have left to find it.
im obsessed with feces. eating them. feeling them. in my nose. yes. there. the runnier the better. I have dreams of it. I would kill for it but i dont have to because i poop it out naturally. so thats cool. obsessed.
With you, with your smell, with your words, with your thoughts. I’m obssesed with everything you are, even you relationship with her. I’m obsessed for your calls, our time together, your wrong intentions. Our music, our long conversantions… Our good taste. I’m so obsessed about you that even when i’m writting about someone else, it ends being about you. Please, be obsessed with me… Please try not to sleep thinking about me, try to take long shots of pure alcohol prettending to erase my thought. Plese miss me everyday i’m away, get goosebumps on my thought. Miss my music, miss my voice.. Wish for my breath in your mouth… Even sometimes you should compare me, even sometimes want me, even sometimes hate me for being so obsessed with me.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Faith who was lost in the world. All she wanted was someone to love her. Seriously, love her. She just wanted to feel wanted. She wanted to do great things. Even though she knew Jesus loved her, she wanted a physical kind of love. She wanted a hug, and someone to tell her that she’s going to be okay. Yes, that’s the kind of love that she wants. She doesn’t get it from anywhere else.
And she sits and stares, and her hand raises to the mirror. Eyes rove over what she sees, before closing.
I’ll never be me.
The words will never listen.
Why doesn’t anyone else see the girl I am?
Why do the words keep telling me I’m wrong?
Tell me please, I’m so lost, someone help me. I’ve fallen and I can’t get up; the music will never play again.
He was obsessed with looking at trees at night. In some parts of the city where the streetlamps were old and still cast a cold blue glow instead of a sulphurous orange, he would walk at night and let himself be hypnotized by the ultra-greenness of the leaves against the black sky.
I am obsessed with living as myself. but in my obsession I have lost myself. I have no clue what I want to do or who I am. I grasp at others hobbies to see if they will fulfill my own obsession. They never quite do.
I’m obsessed with you, you are the only thing I think about every morning and every night. Do you see me in your dreams, I see you in mine. Do you notice me, i think you don’t. But you stand out. You’re always on my mind.
i am obsessed with the first girl I kissed. I can’t help it–it’s the way she ends things, and now I can’t stop thinking about her. it’s not even like I care enough to want to be friends anymore…I jsut want fucking closure, you know? Every time I see this word now I think of her and it freaking kills me that she has that much power over me, even after all this time has passed.
Most people are obsessed with some guy. They fawn over him constantly. And they’ve never even spoken a word to the boy. They have no idea who he really is. But they know stupid useless facts about him. But me, I’m not obsessed. I wait, I get to know him. And then I fall in love.
compulsion towards things, objects. being overwhelmed by attraction and wanting. longing for a desired outcome. being taken over by the mind though the outer experience.
The nymph was obsessed with the man who came to stare at her each Sunday morning through the mist that always gathered on the river bank. His golden, wind-swept hair and emerald green eyes stayed fresh in her mind with every moment that passed.
I truly am obsessed with skiing. It is a lifelong obsession. What I mean by this is that I have left riches, sunny climates, financial security, a better career, friends, family and the familiar behind to follow the snow, and to ensure that I have the ability to glide down it on long sandwiched technological constructions of fiberglass, alloys and wood as often as possible.
I can’t help but be obsessed with this one strand of hair. Every morning I’ll wake up, and it’ll stick straight up. No matter what I do it won’t stay down. So I cut it.
with love, because it’s all that really matters.
with life and whether or not I’m doing it right
grammar, because the english language is going to shit
obsessions- never really healthy, but a life without them isn’t truly happy
hahahha boys. really thats all all. well theres bradley oh no there is that movie onseed . i wanted to see that who’s in it dran i can;t remember but i guess i am with vincent ohwho cares welll i do i wish i could just tell him how i feel oh jeex i mean i know its going no i have s small chance that it goes somewhere but i guess it may not b
obsession with addiction. We used to ride everywhere with everything flying past at massive speeds. Everything eventually falling into memory falling into its self falling into a story.
Everyone’s obsessed with at least SOMEONE in their life. I’m obsessed with band guys and their band’s music. Music gets me through my horrible days. So really . . . music is my obsession. Is it yours?
I obsess over music. I can’t live without it. Music helps me get through every day. It’s a reminder that I’m not alone.
I obsess over people, music, and objects. Oh, and celebritiri
Today’s word is obsessed? Well that brings a lot of things to mind. Funny how on the first day I join this site a word comes up that I can relate to. Okay. I’m obsessed with finding love and recognition but I’m too lazy to put any work into finding them. Maybe they’ll just fall into place one day.
obsessed. maddie’s obsessed with my best friend. so is charlotte. she thinks she’s down with the cool kids, but he begs me to come along when she meets him so he doesn’t have to be alone with her. actually, come to think of it, there are quite a few girls who are obsessed with him. but i’m not. i’m obsessed with joe. not obsessed as such, just in love (:
I am obsessed with love and what I have to do to earn it. I’m fucking tired of waiting around for the one.
when i fall in love
this is where i find myself
i don’t care about me
or anyone else
i just want you
you, you, you, you, you
i am one
slightly unbalanced
individual
aren’t i?
Too much noise will drive me insane. I can hear everything. I can hear too much. Audiologists say I should have been a spy. I wish I were. Then I’d have an excuse for hearing too much.much.toomcuh
i am obsessed with my girlfriend. i am really in love with her and i would do anything for her. i always want to be with her, i always think about her, i always dream about her and talk about her. i love her, and i have an obsession with her. i want to marry her someday, although i only am 14 and i am a girl saying i want to marry my girlfriend, i love her and i want to marry her. she’s my everything.
This makes me think of so many incidents and people that I don’t know where to begin. Maybe I will start with a particular friend (who shall remain nameless) who still laughs at the both of us being ‘obsessed,’ with a particular rock star (who will also remain nameless!) since we were 15 years old – and we are now almost 40!
with my friends
with what my life will be like in the future
with my job
with my weight
what my kids will be like
if ill ever get married
if i’ll ever go on a date
if people look at me the way i think they do
Several girls are obsessed with the ideas of being in love and societies stereotype of beauty. Obsessed is a term that could also be associated with creeper or stalker. We all have our quirky obsessions.
Im obsessed with cruising, in fact it is somewhat of an addiciton.
i am obsessed about reading it is something i do constantly and cant stop i am starting writing too it is also becoming an obsession i am not obsessed about school this can be a problem at some times because i will read and not do my work obsession can be both good and bad it depends on how its handled i know some people who are obsessed about perfection or having their way this can often cause problems when relating to other people but not always. sometimes its good as it gets things done and done well but like i said not always it is a two sided coin and you cant have one without the other now i am noticing that someone who is obsessed about grammar would just about hate my right now for my horribly long run on sentence but like i said i am not obsessed about school or perfection so its ok as i don’t know who will ever read this they don’t matter much about my writing anyway so its all good. i don’t know what else to wright or if i have much more time i don’t know but some people are obsessed about time management i am not one of these people THANK GOD am i don’t yet? yes i am it says so at the bottom i wonder when that popped up oh well i’m not obsessed about my time or how much i actually got done in that one minute
Grasping. Trying to catch any moment he can with her. She floats, shimmering, in his vision like the mystical being he sometimes believes she is. He knows not why she captivates him so, only that she does.
He’s not obsessed. He tells himself that many times, trying to make it true.
****
She’s afraid. Afraid of how much he longs for her. Maybe it’s contagious. She can’t bear to catch it; she already feels it knocking at her insides when she sees him, trying to force its way in.
She has a sneaking suspicion that she doesn’t belong here, that if she lets him in, she’ll disappear and go back to wherever she came from. And she doesn’t want that. She wants to stay here, even though the way her being wavers so often is tiring, even though there’s some balance she’s upsetting by thinking she might want to be with him.
Strange; he was always regarded as one of the most composed detectives in the precinct, nothing getting under his skin, none of his colleagues really knowing his story- he was fairly happy with this arrangement, but for some intangible reason, sat here as an observer behind the one way glass, he found himself becoming obsessed with this latest suspect- every move she made and the inflections of her voice led him into a strange enchantment that he really didn’t want to stop.
What do you do when you can’t let go. And it’s not even of just one thing, it is everything accumulated. Will the rest of my life be like this? What if I am always like this? I wish every day that I would change, but how can I change the person who I am? This is the only me I know.
crazy jealous, because when you care about someone like that it’s all you can do but hope that they love you back. and you know it, you can’t help it, but you are obsessed with their love. in the best way possible, of course. obsession, like childhood crushes, like wanting something more than you can stand. it’s human, it’s stupid, and sometimes it can tear you apart.