One day I will be all about forgetting. I forget when I am preoccupied by something; when I am stressed out. I hate forgetting because it reminds me that I am not present or I hadn’t been present in the moment. I don’t like to forget because it reminds me that I lost time and I will lose time. Forgetting reminds me of being older, of dealing with conflicts withing and all that that has to do with.
i wish i could forget the fact that i ruined my life in 6th grade. i followed him everyhwere like an idiot. he grew up and i was still a child idiot. i wish i knew how to forget. I want to forget everything embarassing i ever did. i wish i could make people forget them. i wish no one forgot me though. i dont want to be forgotten. It seems so vital to be visible in life. i wish my life was important. i want to do something that helps everyone. i want someone to think i am more important than everyone else.
Forgetting that there were only sixty seconds to write about it, dammit. This purple thing is stressing me out. Trying to forget about it, and wondering if anyone will read this? I forgot what the concept is here? Or was I even told.. I forgot.
He keeps forgetting. Every day I visit and say the same things, tell the same stories, and answer the same questions. Every day I show him the same garden and sit on the same bench, and every day he keeps forgetting. He forgets the stories, the questions, the garden, the bench, and me. He keeps forgetting me, his wife.
I hate when I forget
it hurts my head and makes me mad.
I want to be able to remember things… everything. I am scared to forget. I want to know where things are. who people are. and how things happen.
forgetting and never remembering can be frustrating to anyone
as we age that happens
i call those moments my 747 moments
ones that never are able to retrieve because the just fly by my mind
the first time I got kissed. apparently most of the best time of my life. The one thing I’m afraid of, why does the mind have to be so weak that a protein deficiency could cause a terrible deterioration of the brain that would cause some of the most incredible minds to dissapear?
I can’t remember. I always wanted to but never get around to remembering. It stops me from being productive but it’s a habit.
I want to quit biting my nails.
I want to write a list of things that need to be done.
I want to remember.
I will.
I keep forgetting everything. Where I parked my car, where I left my hairbrush, which movie I should bring to my boyfriend’s house. I wonder if it’s a sign. Am I falling apart, deteriorating slowly? It seems like corruption, working its way outward. How long until I succumb, until I’m nothing but lost and broken, again. It always comes down to this, so self-absorbed, so ruined. How am I ever going to get anywhere when being me means I always fall apart?
Forgetting you, I can’t seem to do it.
You’re the air I breathe, the blood pumping through my arteries.
You kept me alive, almost like I was connected at a life line.
Now it’s disconnected, and I’m left flailing.
I can’t help but to forget.
I need to forget.
I keep forgetting. I guess I’ve forgotten. The problem is I can’t remember what it was I was supposed to remember and therefore have also forgotten what I forget, making it difficult to forget what I remember and remember what I forgot.
I dont want to forget I hate forgetting forgetting is one of my worst things about me. I forget almost everything. I even forget things that are important to me. Often I have forgotten emotions. Emotions such as love, hate and everything in between. I do not want to forget what It feels like to be with out you, because if I do that, then being with you will not feel as extraordinary as it does now.
My grandmother has a habit of forgetting. She forgets when people help her, and complains that she has been abandoned and is alone. She forgets when people mistreat her, and instead puts them on a pedestal. You might think this forgetting is the path of old age winding through her brain, but it isn’t. It’s a lifelong habit that doesn’t impede her memory of Yankees games or crossword puzle answers, just her memory of who matters.
ive forgotton a lot in my life cant remember very much, i spend a lot of time thinking i wish i could forget stuff, too embarressing, what an idiot then if i think about it cant remember an awful lot
have you ever thought about all the great memories you want to remember throughout your life? the feeling you felt on your graduation day. the feeling you felt when you were told you were going to have a little baby brother. these are the feelings that you can never get back.
The remembering is easy; your eyes laughing in the dark, the hotel TV turned up loud so no one could hear, the kisses that left me breathless. It’s the forgetting that’s hard, forcing love stories into bitter ones so losing you stops hurting.
To remember and forget. It is funny. How I remember all about someone I care, how someone who cares bout me does the same, they never mention how I have forgotten them, how they die a little inside like me when I am forgotten by someone else. Forgetting what brings us joy or pain is hard, yet what makes my life work in the background, what I take for granted, which doesn’t even catch my attention, that is the way it all works. That whose approval I was looking for, keeps forgetting me, while those who kept open their doors for me, I keep forgetting their address.
I keep forgetting that I need to be vigilant about the rhythm of my days. I need to remember that I have to have fun and be creative as often as possible to keep my energy levels up and my spirits high.
Oh du süßes, immerwährendes. Schlaf. Nichts als Schlaf und Tod aller Erinnerungen. Sie sind ja doch nur mit Leid verbunden. Über das, was nicht mehr ist. Über das was sein wollte, aber nicht geworden ist, über das, was hätte sein können, aber nicht gewollt wurde.
an old man with silver strands of hair. he always beckoned me whenever he saw me. he kept joking about the Wane. i had never taken it seriously. but he died and left me his posssessions through his will and then i knew.
i hate forgetting. its always the important stuff. like your friends birthday or a final or some job application or event. but then you forget the real important stuff, like the past and the fun you’ve had with your friends. how to life. sometimes we forget to live, we don’t get caught up in the moment, but the future.
did I ? Really ? I promised….? it has gone from me, like mist, like dew, evaporated. The sun came out, and the garden was so….so peaceful. Nothing else seemed to matter, but to feel the soil, add water and watch it soak away.
i sometimes worry that I’m forgetting, Forgetting the sound of her voice, the smell of her hair. The feel of her amazing hugs. I try not to forget, but it’s so hard. It’s been so long, and it still hurts just as much as it always has.
Always forgive and forget: it’ll solve most of your problems, rather than sitting there and trying to fix everything and make everything as close to perfect as possible. Forgive and forget: one of the best beliefs to live by.
I often find myself forgetting things that I have just done minutes or even seconds before the present. I simply seem to have been thinking about something more important and my brain proceeds to sort out all the material that it deemed unnecessary to my future. The problem is, sometimes the material it throws out is of immediate consequence.
i wear a gold band on the middle finger of my right hand. i wear it every day. it keeps me from forgetting because when i want to remember to do something, i swich it to the same finger on my left hand. it feels “wrong” on that hand and reminds me until the thing i want to do is completed. then i just switch it back.
forgetting is like losing everything. everything in your mind. it sucks to forget, memories. memories are the one thing i try so hard to remember but always forget over time. forgetting=hurt. remember. try. thats all you can do i guess, right?
forgetting is hard. forgetting people, forgetting things that happened. maybe they were good, maybe they weren’t, but wanting to forget can essentially ensure that you never, ever do. maybe for a moment, maybe for a day, but the more you push it away, the closer it gets to your heart.
I do not ever, not ever ever, want to endure such a transparency. Kidding? Look outside. I do, however, understand that you can not always prescribe to the inevitable. Redirect the obscure; eat length.
Forgetting how to walk I slowly fell on the ladder of society. I wondered how I was going to keep living the way I was as my soul filled with despair. Alone and failing I walk for the few days I can.
Forgetting is easy to do. Whether you forget about past mistakes or an answer on a question to test you have been studying really hard for. Forgetting is part of human nature, so etimes I wish it wasn’t though. I forget brithdays, places I’m suppose to be and sometimes even moments I would never want to wanish from my memory.
That’s the hardest thing to do. It’s been two years and still, I’ve yet to find a way to forget her wonderful face, her warming laugh, her brilliant smile.
I was forgetting how to walk as the days went by. As I slowly saw myself fall lower on the ladder of society I wondered what I could do to numb the pain that filled my very soul with despair.
i keep forgetting what I want to write in my blog! everytime i’m away from the internet, there’s always things that i wanna write but when I already online, it’s all gone!! =.= I need to gain back my skill of writing because i always forget what I want to write in the middle of writing it, not forgetting gramma checking!
I wish that forgetting you was as easy for me as forgetting me was for you. It’s unfair to me, and it’s unfair to you, because you can’t remember how good I was, and I can only remember how easy it was for you to forget me.
One day I will be all about forgetting. I forget when I am preoccupied by something; when I am stressed out. I hate forgetting because it reminds me that I am not present or I hadn’t been present in the moment. I don’t like to forget because it reminds me that I lost time and I will lose time. Forgetting reminds me of being older, of dealing with conflicts withing and all that that has to do with.
i wish i could forget the fact that i ruined my life in 6th grade. i followed him everyhwere like an idiot. he grew up and i was still a child idiot. i wish i knew how to forget. I want to forget everything embarassing i ever did. i wish i could make people forget them. i wish no one forgot me though. i dont want to be forgotten. It seems so vital to be visible in life. i wish my life was important. i want to do something that helps everyone. i want someone to think i am more important than everyone else.
Forgetting that there were only sixty seconds to write about it, dammit. This purple thing is stressing me out. Trying to forget about it, and wondering if anyone will read this? I forgot what the concept is here? Or was I even told.. I forgot.
He keeps forgetting. Every day I visit and say the same things, tell the same stories, and answer the same questions. Every day I show him the same garden and sit on the same bench, and every day he keeps forgetting. He forgets the stories, the questions, the garden, the bench, and me. He keeps forgetting me, his wife.
I hate when I forget
it hurts my head and makes me mad.
I want to be able to remember things… everything. I am scared to forget. I want to know where things are. who people are. and how things happen.
forgetting and never remembering can be frustrating to anyone
as we age that happens
i call those moments my 747 moments
ones that never are able to retrieve because the just fly by my mind
the first time I got kissed. apparently most of the best time of my life. The one thing I’m afraid of, why does the mind have to be so weak that a protein deficiency could cause a terrible deterioration of the brain that would cause some of the most incredible minds to dissapear?
Like a ice cube sliding out of hand
Like snow melting in spring
Like a skinless wireframe fan
I’ve forgotten you used to sing
Like a toy on the platform
Like a key in the grass
Like a late summer’s dawn
I’ve forgotten how you held your glass
I forget things all the time but no one believes me when I tell them I forgot.Classic.
I can’t remember. I always wanted to but never get around to remembering. It stops me from being productive but it’s a habit.
I want to quit biting my nails.
I want to write a list of things that need to be done.
I want to remember.
I will.
I keep forgetting everything. Where I parked my car, where I left my hairbrush, which movie I should bring to my boyfriend’s house. I wonder if it’s a sign. Am I falling apart, deteriorating slowly? It seems like corruption, working its way outward. How long until I succumb, until I’m nothing but lost and broken, again. It always comes down to this, so self-absorbed, so ruined. How am I ever going to get anywhere when being me means I always fall apart?
Forgetting you, I can’t seem to do it.
You’re the air I breathe, the blood pumping through my arteries.
You kept me alive, almost like I was connected at a life line.
Now it’s disconnected, and I’m left flailing.
I can’t help but to forget.
I need to forget.
But, I don’t want to.
I keep forgetting. I guess I’ve forgotten. The problem is I can’t remember what it was I was supposed to remember and therefore have also forgotten what I forget, making it difficult to forget what I remember and remember what I forgot.
I dont want to forget I hate forgetting forgetting is one of my worst things about me. I forget almost everything. I even forget things that are important to me. Often I have forgotten emotions. Emotions such as love, hate and everything in between. I do not want to forget what It feels like to be with out you, because if I do that, then being with you will not feel as extraordinary as it does now.
My grandmother has a habit of forgetting. She forgets when people help her, and complains that she has been abandoned and is alone. She forgets when people mistreat her, and instead puts them on a pedestal. You might think this forgetting is the path of old age winding through her brain, but it isn’t. It’s a lifelong habit that doesn’t impede her memory of Yankees games or crossword puzle answers, just her memory of who matters.
ive forgotton a lot in my life cant remember very much, i spend a lot of time thinking i wish i could forget stuff, too embarressing, what an idiot then if i think about it cant remember an awful lot
have you ever thought about all the great memories you want to remember throughout your life? the feeling you felt on your graduation day. the feeling you felt when you were told you were going to have a little baby brother. these are the feelings that you can never get back.
– jessiee
The remembering is easy; your eyes laughing in the dark, the hotel TV turned up loud so no one could hear, the kisses that left me breathless. It’s the forgetting that’s hard, forcing love stories into bitter ones so losing you stops hurting.
To remember and forget. It is funny. How I remember all about someone I care, how someone who cares bout me does the same, they never mention how I have forgotten them, how they die a little inside like me when I am forgotten by someone else. Forgetting what brings us joy or pain is hard, yet what makes my life work in the background, what I take for granted, which doesn’t even catch my attention, that is the way it all works. That whose approval I was looking for, keeps forgetting me, while those who kept open their doors for me, I keep forgetting their address.
I keep forgetting that I need to be vigilant about the rhythm of my days. I need to remember that I have to have fun and be creative as often as possible to keep my energy levels up and my spirits high.
Oh du süßes, immerwährendes. Schlaf. Nichts als Schlaf und Tod aller Erinnerungen. Sie sind ja doch nur mit Leid verbunden. Über das, was nicht mehr ist. Über das was sein wollte, aber nicht geworden ist, über das, was hätte sein können, aber nicht gewollt wurde.
an old man with silver strands of hair. he always beckoned me whenever he saw me. he kept joking about the Wane. i had never taken it seriously. but he died and left me his posssessions through his will and then i knew.
i hate forgetting. its always the important stuff. like your friends birthday or a final or some job application or event. but then you forget the real important stuff, like the past and the fun you’ve had with your friends. how to life. sometimes we forget to live, we don’t get caught up in the moment, but the future.
did I ? Really ? I promised….? it has gone from me, like mist, like dew, evaporated. The sun came out, and the garden was so….so peaceful. Nothing else seemed to matter, but to feel the soil, add water and watch it soak away.
i sometimes worry that I’m forgetting, Forgetting the sound of her voice, the smell of her hair. The feel of her amazing hugs. I try not to forget, but it’s so hard. It’s been so long, and it still hurts just as much as it always has.
Always forgive and forget: it’ll solve most of your problems, rather than sitting there and trying to fix everything and make everything as close to perfect as possible. Forgive and forget: one of the best beliefs to live by.
I often find myself forgetting things that I have just done minutes or even seconds before the present. I simply seem to have been thinking about something more important and my brain proceeds to sort out all the material that it deemed unnecessary to my future. The problem is, sometimes the material it throws out is of immediate consequence.
i wear a gold band on the middle finger of my right hand. i wear it every day. it keeps me from forgetting because when i want to remember to do something, i swich it to the same finger on my left hand. it feels “wrong” on that hand and reminds me until the thing i want to do is completed. then i just switch it back.
forgetting is like losing everything. everything in your mind. it sucks to forget, memories. memories are the one thing i try so hard to remember but always forget over time. forgetting=hurt. remember. try. thats all you can do i guess, right?
I can’t remember how to forget. But, maybe that’s a good thing. I do hold on to things to much because of it, though. How forgetful of me.
forgetting is hard. forgetting people, forgetting things that happened. maybe they were good, maybe they weren’t, but wanting to forget can essentially ensure that you never, ever do. maybe for a moment, maybe for a day, but the more you push it away, the closer it gets to your heart.
I do not ever, not ever ever, want to endure such a transparency. Kidding? Look outside. I do, however, understand that you can not always prescribe to the inevitable. Redirect the obscure; eat length.
The more I try to forget, the more details rise to the surface.
When I least expect it, I remember.
If you ask me, I’ll draw a blank.
Forgetting how to walk I slowly fell on the ladder of society. I wondered how I was going to keep living the way I was as my soul filled with despair. Alone and failing I walk for the few days I can.
Forgetting is easy to do. Whether you forget about past mistakes or an answer on a question to test you have been studying really hard for. Forgetting is part of human nature, so etimes I wish it wasn’t though. I forget brithdays, places I’m suppose to be and sometimes even moments I would never want to wanish from my memory.
That’s the hardest thing to do. It’s been two years and still, I’ve yet to find a way to forget her wonderful face, her warming laugh, her brilliant smile.
I was forgetting how to walk as the days went by. As I slowly saw myself fall lower on the ladder of society I wondered what I could do to numb the pain that filled my very soul with despair.
i keep forgetting what I want to write in my blog! everytime i’m away from the internet, there’s always things that i wanna write but when I already online, it’s all gone!! =.= I need to gain back my skill of writing because i always forget what I want to write in the middle of writing it, not forgetting gramma checking!
i wish it were possible. i wish i could. if only. i hope someday. i don’t want to. but i do. someday. i hope to forget. you
I wish that forgetting you was as easy for me as forgetting me was for you. It’s unfair to me, and it’s unfair to you, because you can’t remember how good I was, and I can only remember how easy it was for you to forget me.