ah, always forgetting. the things i want to remember stay somewhere, deeply hidden… who knows if they’ll ever be resurfaced again. i want to remember the days when he was alive. i want to remember the thoughts i had as a child. i want to remember, so these things can still be learned from, but i just keep on forgetting.
it’s the thing that grinds your stomach like the gears in an oil rig, the thing that makes your cheeks hot and flushed like dying embers. it’s the thing that shames me, pains me, and will forever contain me.
Forgetting a love is such a hard thing to especially for those who were deeply in love for a very long time or in a relationship for a long time. Yes, i
To forget: i cant remember everything. I forget often, but remembering is the best part. I hate when i’m forgotten. and sometimes i just want to forget.
i have a hard time forgetting about you, i think about you everyday and hope that where ever you are at you are safe, and thinking about me too!
i miss you so much i dont think i will ever be able to forget about you because i love you so much and cant wait to see you in two days!!
i have missed my soldier
I keep forgetting beautiful things about my past; whether it be about my recent past, or my childhood. What is most tragic is that I’m forgetting past love. Can I remember the feel of her lips on mine? No, I’m slowly forgetting, remembering only the ensuing heartache.
Forgetting forgetfulness I live empty. There is no memory, so, there is also no forgetfulness. A content blankness fills the spaces you did, once. The trembling stopped and the heart knew itself, as itself. The leaves drop in autumn on their own… what is there to forget – or to remember.
I try to forget him. I really do. But every time I hear the screech of a car’s breaks, I can’t help but remember everything-his face, his voice, every little sound and sensation, as if I were there all over again. I want to make it go away. I want to forget. I just wish that somone, anyone, would help…
it’s so easy to forget. and yet it’s not. because forgetting is not willful. a willful act is far easier to perform than one that is not willfull, than wone that is not a surrender, but a complete lapse of self. an unearned, uncapable giving up. i don’t even know what this means. you can never force yourself to forget. it’s an ability that is not yours. it is the subconscious, and yet not, for that still implies that it is you.
isn’t it weird that the more you try to forget something, that harder it is to do so? then there’s things, moments that are perfect that i wish i could remember, yet now, looking back, there’s no way i can remember them all.
Sometimes I forget about all the lies that have been conducted in my life. Both by me and towards myself. It is quite depressing. I wish we all had the courage to just be honest. I know I don’t, but I certainly try. All lies are bad, but hey, don’t hate.
i didnt forget anything today. i dont thibk. i hope not. well i forgot what i had dreamt about. what if people just forgot about certain memories and never knew some things ever even happend to them? and we wouldnt even know about it. because we forgot. because thats all we have of the past. our memories.
I’m trying to forget so many things in my life. It’s extremely hard trying to forget everything that was so important to you. The smell of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, the curve of her back, and the touch of her lips. I can’t forget her. I don’t want to. Forgetting is difficult and right now, it seems impossible to achieve.
Each moment we live is one we will, in another moment, commit to memory. Such is the nature of life, of living, of forgetting. The instant your hand touched mine, it became a memory, and before you could even pull from my grasp it had been forgotten.
Forgetting is what I am afraid of doing most of the time. I am afraid of forgetting to do something, so I repeat to myself or write down somewhere, “Don’t forget to do this thing.” And once I do it, I can cross it off or forget about it, but not before then, because if I forget to do it, it is something that I have forgotten to do, so I have to remind myself that I am very forgetful.
i forget what i want to type out before i type it. im forgetting what im saying right now. what am i saying? am i going insane? has it already been a minute?
Forgetting to tell you everything I’ve ever meant to say. .those words caught in my throat. never seeing the light of day. I’ll never forgive myself for letting you let go. I’ve loved you since the day we met. I’ll never know a life without your sweet tears. without your beautiful eyes, and the long endearing years.
grandpa. alone. anonymous. when everything that you cant touch, that you cant smell, that you cant taste. the things that matter. they are lost and they’re not coming back.
It’s really not something anyone should ever need to go through. It’s a state of denial. One must never forget; forgetting makes a person forget. As plain as that sounds, it is real and it is true. When one forgets, he or she leaves behind their knowledge.
The word is forgetting. Like forgetting your favorite color or place, but who forgets that kind of thing? I think forgetting is more like forgetting what you dead father looks like, or forgetting where you met your best friend in the beginning. I like forgetting sometimes..like when something bad happens and you forget about it, but I hate forgetting when its somehting you want to remember. I want to remember what my dad looks like.
Memories. This came to my mind. They’re usually not forgotten, they just choose to pop up at random times, forcing you to feel nastalgia. It happened to me and hour ago. It’s those things not worth forgetting that keep us going. People would love to forget,but remembering keeps us going.
i wish i could forget. i dont want to forget. i dont want you to forget me. forgetting means theres no more importance. dont forget me. i remember everything. and i remember you leaving. and i remember thinking eeverything would be fine again. but i bet you forgot. i didnt forget all the pain i felt. i foret how to let my inhibitions go. i was a different person. and i liked that person. i didnt forget.
Forgetting is difficult to do. Although in theory it is simple. Although not in theory it is… where was I going with this? It is impossible to forget this is a timed writing session.
ah i forget what i was going to say to this kid and now we’re talking and my neck is like grillingggggggg WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
forgetting. forging. Almost two opposites to me. Forgetting speaks of lost time, and of a wistful thought. However, every once in a while, there’s a thought that strays from the rest and begs to be remembered. That thought forges ahead.
Losing the words
Losing the thoughts
Losing my everything
Turn into naught.
Please waste no time
Leave it where it was
Pick up the pieces?
Not with these claws.
I had repressed it all to the point where it was bearable. I was slowly forgetting the way you made me feel, that ring on my finger and the way you tasted. I had managed to convinve myself that it would be better this way, that once you left I could move on for good. But then you came back, and you wanted my help. Who was I to say no? So we talked, and I helped, and you said all the wrong words and made me realize that forgetting true love wouldn’t be as simple as I thought.
i don’t remember the things i need to most. it is the forgetting that breaks my heart, stabs my back, and buries me alive. memories are the only piece of the past i have, i cant forget.
I wish I could forget. Forgetting makes everything better. I want to bury this agonizing thought, this terrible, frustrating feeling into the depths of my subconscious, of my destroyed recollections. I want it to disappear. Forgetting makes everything better.
Forgetting is when you can’t remember what you’re trying to remember. It’s like you’re trying to THINK BUT YOU CAN’T. You don’t remember what you’re trying to think about and it escapes you like a turtle swimming at very high speeds, slipping through your hands. Forgetting is like that slick turtle that always seems to avoid your grasp.
forgetting about everything you have ever thought of is so awesomely hard but rediculously helpful in situations like this. Today ii was at work and i forgot the ketchup. but ya know… they forgave me. my people forgave me. my tables forgave me/ and i didn’t have to cry today. today was nice. i got a 20 perecent tip. actually a 50. and i didn’t forget about that. not yet. the people were nice. facebook friends. new. people. i love green nailpolish and cakes and shit. i will never forget when i learned how to ride a bike. or when my daddy looked at me with wonder on Whitehall Road. we were the perfect family. i have forgotten why i’m here. in boston. without them. i need to get to somewhere that i feel my neck doesn’t hurt and I am loved.
ah, always forgetting. the things i want to remember stay somewhere, deeply hidden… who knows if they’ll ever be resurfaced again. i want to remember the days when he was alive. i want to remember the thoughts i had as a child. i want to remember, so these things can still be learned from, but i just keep on forgetting.
it’s the thing that grinds your stomach like the gears in an oil rig, the thing that makes your cheeks hot and flushed like dying embers. it’s the thing that shames me, pains me, and will forever contain me.
Forgetting a love is such a hard thing to especially for those who were deeply in love for a very long time or in a relationship for a long time. Yes, i
To forget: i cant remember everything. I forget often, but remembering is the best part. I hate when i’m forgotten. and sometimes i just want to forget.
Forgetting is a blessing,
Forgetting is a curse,
It really could be any,
But mostly, it’s the worst.
i have a hard time forgetting about you, i think about you everyday and hope that where ever you are at you are safe, and thinking about me too!
i miss you so much i dont think i will ever be able to forget about you because i love you so much and cant wait to see you in two days!!
i have missed my soldier
I keep forgetting beautiful things about my past; whether it be about my recent past, or my childhood. What is most tragic is that I’m forgetting past love. Can I remember the feel of her lips on mine? No, I’m slowly forgetting, remembering only the ensuing heartache.
Forgetting forgetfulness I live empty. There is no memory, so, there is also no forgetfulness. A content blankness fills the spaces you did, once. The trembling stopped and the heart knew itself, as itself. The leaves drop in autumn on their own… what is there to forget – or to remember.
I try to forget him. I really do. But every time I hear the screech of a car’s breaks, I can’t help but remember everything-his face, his voice, every little sound and sensation, as if I were there all over again. I want to make it go away. I want to forget. I just wish that somone, anyone, would help…
it’s so easy to forget. and yet it’s not. because forgetting is not willful. a willful act is far easier to perform than one that is not willfull, than wone that is not a surrender, but a complete lapse of self. an unearned, uncapable giving up. i don’t even know what this means. you can never force yourself to forget. it’s an ability that is not yours. it is the subconscious, and yet not, for that still implies that it is you.
isn’t it weird that the more you try to forget something, that harder it is to do so? then there’s things, moments that are perfect that i wish i could remember, yet now, looking back, there’s no way i can remember them all.
Sometimes I forget about all the lies that have been conducted in my life. Both by me and towards myself. It is quite depressing. I wish we all had the courage to just be honest. I know I don’t, but I certainly try. All lies are bad, but hey, don’t hate.
i didnt forget anything today. i dont thibk. i hope not. well i forgot what i had dreamt about. what if people just forgot about certain memories and never knew some things ever even happend to them? and we wouldnt even know about it. because we forgot. because thats all we have of the past. our memories.
I’m trying to forget so many things in my life. It’s extremely hard trying to forget everything that was so important to you. The smell of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, the curve of her back, and the touch of her lips. I can’t forget her. I don’t want to. Forgetting is difficult and right now, it seems impossible to achieve.
old people, sadness, loss, moving on, change, the notebook, wind, age, blank, alsheimers, rocking chairs
Each moment we live is one we will, in another moment, commit to memory. Such is the nature of life, of living, of forgetting. The instant your hand touched mine, it became a memory, and before you could even pull from my grasp it had been forgotten.
Forgetting is what I am afraid of doing most of the time. I am afraid of forgetting to do something, so I repeat to myself or write down somewhere, “Don’t forget to do this thing.” And once I do it, I can cross it off or forget about it, but not before then, because if I forget to do it, it is something that I have forgotten to do, so I have to remind myself that I am very forgetful.
i forget what i want to type out before i type it. im forgetting what im saying right now. what am i saying? am i going insane? has it already been a minute?
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Forgetting to tell you everything I’ve ever meant to say. .those words caught in my throat. never seeing the light of day. I’ll never forgive myself for letting you let go. I’ve loved you since the day we met. I’ll never know a life without your sweet tears. without your beautiful eyes, and the long endearing years.
Forgetting would be nice. But I’ve never been one for “ignorance is bliss.”
grandpa. alone. anonymous. when everything that you cant touch, that you cant smell, that you cant taste. the things that matter. they are lost and they’re not coming back.
yourself in corner, of a empty room.
It’s really not something anyone should ever need to go through. It’s a state of denial. One must never forget; forgetting makes a person forget. As plain as that sounds, it is real and it is true. When one forgets, he or she leaves behind their knowledge.
forget about the past. and live in the moment.
The word is forgetting. Like forgetting your favorite color or place, but who forgets that kind of thing? I think forgetting is more like forgetting what you dead father looks like, or forgetting where you met your best friend in the beginning. I like forgetting sometimes..like when something bad happens and you forget about it, but I hate forgetting when its somehting you want to remember. I want to remember what my dad looks like.
Memories. This came to my mind. They’re usually not forgotten, they just choose to pop up at random times, forcing you to feel nastalgia. It happened to me and hour ago. It’s those things not worth forgetting that keep us going. People would love to forget,but remembering keeps us going.
i wish i could forget. i dont want to forget. i dont want you to forget me. forgetting means theres no more importance. dont forget me. i remember everything. and i remember you leaving. and i remember thinking eeverything would be fine again. but i bet you forgot. i didnt forget all the pain i felt. i foret how to let my inhibitions go. i was a different person. and i liked that person. i didnt forget.
Forgetting is difficult to do. Although in theory it is simple. Although not in theory it is… where was I going with this? It is impossible to forget this is a timed writing session.
ah i forget what i was going to say to this kid and now we’re talking and my neck is like grillingggggggg WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
forgetting. forging. Almost two opposites to me. Forgetting speaks of lost time, and of a wistful thought. However, every once in a while, there’s a thought that strays from the rest and begs to be remembered. That thought forges ahead.
Forgetting is a funny thing. I always forget the memories I want to keep, and I always remember the things I would rather forget.
never will i. to forget means to destroy all meaning of the past.
Losing the words
Losing the thoughts
Losing my everything
Turn into naught.
Please waste no time
Leave it where it was
Pick up the pieces?
Not with these claws.
I had repressed it all to the point where it was bearable. I was slowly forgetting the way you made me feel, that ring on my finger and the way you tasted. I had managed to convinve myself that it would be better this way, that once you left I could move on for good. But then you came back, and you wanted my help. Who was I to say no? So we talked, and I helped, and you said all the wrong words and made me realize that forgetting true love wouldn’t be as simple as I thought.
i don’t remember the things i need to most. it is the forgetting that breaks my heart, stabs my back, and buries me alive. memories are the only piece of the past i have, i cant forget.
I wish I could forget. Forgetting makes everything better. I want to bury this agonizing thought, this terrible, frustrating feeling into the depths of my subconscious, of my destroyed recollections. I want it to disappear. Forgetting makes everything better.
Forgetting is when you can’t remember what you’re trying to remember. It’s like you’re trying to THINK BUT YOU CAN’T. You don’t remember what you’re trying to think about and it escapes you like a turtle swimming at very high speeds, slipping through your hands. Forgetting is like that slick turtle that always seems to avoid your grasp.
forgetting about everything you have ever thought of is so awesomely hard but rediculously helpful in situations like this. Today ii was at work and i forgot the ketchup. but ya know… they forgave me. my people forgave me. my tables forgave me/ and i didn’t have to cry today. today was nice. i got a 20 perecent tip. actually a 50. and i didn’t forget about that. not yet. the people were nice. facebook friends. new. people. i love green nailpolish and cakes and shit. i will never forget when i learned how to ride a bike. or when my daddy looked at me with wonder on Whitehall Road. we were the perfect family. i have forgotten why i’m here. in boston. without them. i need to get to somewhere that i feel my neck doesn’t hurt and I am loved.
Forgetting is a strange thing… I remember this one time, I was, wait… what was I doing? God damn it.