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‘A person may have a (self pity).’

[⟨det person.nhave.v ⟨det (nn self.n pity.n)⟩]

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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

It’s so boring and instead of finding something productive to do, I end up wallowing around in my own self pity because I’m so dreadfully bored.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Chorus: (2 Frets Higher) D C # / D Bm7 A / Bm7 G D C # / D Bm7 A / Bm7 E For all the times I felt cheated, I complained You know how I love to complain For all the wrongs I repeated, though I was to blame I still cursed that rain I didn’t have a prayer, didn’t have a clue Then out of the blue God gave me you to show me what’s real There’s more to life than just how I feel And all that I’m worth is right before my eyes And all that I live for though I didn’t know why Now I do, ’cause God gave me you For all the times I wore my self pity like a favorite shirt All wrapped up in that hurt For every glass I saw, I saw half empty Now it overflows like a river through my soul From every doubt I had, I’m finally free I truly believe God gave me you to show me what’s real There’s more to life than just how I feel And all that I’m worth is right before my eyes And all that I live for though I didn’t know why Now I do, ’cause God gave me you In your arms I’m someone new With ever tender kiss from you Oh must confess I’ve been blessed God gave me you to show me what’s real There’s more to life than just how I feel And all that I’m worth is right before my eyes And all that I live for though I didn’t know why (didn’t know why) Now I do (I finally do), ’cause God gave me you (God gave me You) God gave me you
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

one futon for a friend. and it wasn’t that your swearing was fatal or the terd – steamy gossip you streamed I think it was that time that all you did was show off your lyrical knowledge of that stupid new ben folds album you harbor like a pride parade. so done with that scene. female hand holding and scene – making affections are my cup of tea now. your seats in the balcony get stored on some memory shelf with my self pity because both are done for with one sweeping blow with the bamboo stick in your squealing van. yes, this is about the orange again. its been two months since we kissed. and still, its not as bad. really, not as bad as it was with the dark green one. our relationship lacked in a certain element of passion that seems a bit important. music man comes tomorrow. davy’s touching my neck. I’m feeling the urge to say no to even my thoughts. every time I see that futon, I think of God’s beautiful answer to prayer. oh, dear ones.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I love my mom, I love my dad, I love my josh, I love my family, I love lindsay, I love Matt, I love Big Jess, I love the people who are there when I need them because there is only so much of me to go around, I need to be replenished with my own self pity. I am sick of being the shoulder, I want to be the tears. so much for having a fun night out haha.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

So I can wallow in my own self pity and continue to dig deeper into a depressed state, or I can do something about it.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Right now, all I’ve been doing since Sunday is wallowing in my own self pity.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Today, I was lonely, yet again… with no friends because they were all too busy living life, wallowing in my own self pity and falling deeper and deeper into loneliness and depression, I was flipping through channels and saw that Boys Don’t Cry was on and decided to watch it.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I could have stayed at the bottom of the pit and wallow in my self pity but instead I chose to see all the GREAT in my day… clear, sunny skies; lunch with my dad (a rare pleasure); a lovely walk in the sun with Theresa, low work load :); house chores done, secondary drama taken into the hands of someone more capable; lots of undivided play time with Isaac; a great dinner; play time with Sonny and Isaac together; playing Wii with Sonny!
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Yet it is what I would do if I wasn’t wallowing in my own self pity.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

It was seven in the morning when the spark began to give. the bath was spilling over, my self pity spilling with it, so…
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

After wallowing in my self pity due to my cell phone carelessness, I decided to look for some jobs.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

You know I get like this and all you can do is tip up the bottle and drown in your own self pity.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Sometimes, I wish I could just hide in my house and ignore the entire world and wallow in my self pity until I emerged, a hot mess no doubt, to face the world when I was ready to do so.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I’m sick of letting it pass me by while I wallow in my own self pity.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Well, I just sitting here drinking beer (alone), watching “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’ ’ and wallowing in my self pity.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

If you reading this, I apologise for my self pity; sometimes it surrounds me and I can *n’t seem to see a way out.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I give her a grateful nod and return to my self pity in peace.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I feel as if I’m drowning in my own self pity.
(Parse)

In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

It’s so boring and instead of finding something productive to do, I end up wallowing around in my own self pity because I’m so dreadfully bored.
(Parse)

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Queried on 2013-05-21.