I am always forgetting. I usually don’t forget things that are important, but little things like items at the grocery store. I can not tell you how many times I went to the store and forgot to get floss or soap. I also forget where I put things.
I can no longer see your face in my memory. When I look at old photographs there’s a sense of lost longing and pain. No more will I be held by the torment.
There is nothing in the world worse than forgetting a loved one from the past, and yet nothing more beautiful. The pain caused by the loss of love is immeasurable, and yet, forgetting the good times that came before, or even during, those painful times are such that should be held on to forever. Alas, we have no say in the matter.
I seem to be forgetting more and more these days, but I don’t seem to bothered by it. Mostly because I usually forget things that would normally bother me, so they’re not in my brain to bother me any more. Seems like a perfect solution.
i always try to forget, but in the end that’s not what needs to be done. i need to remember, i need to learn from what i’ve done instead of pushing it back into the past. let it bring me into the future, and make me a better person.
i keep forgetting the g chord on the guitar but lately i have not and dawn she helps me. remember. i do love her. though i often wander what it would be like with the boy from Cincinnati, don’t know.
People thing that I forget but I don’t! I just don’t pay attention to what they are saying all the time. The think that my memory is weak in fact isn’t, it is very strong. I hate being forgotten by people, especially friends.
There’s nothing quite like forgetting the one who made everything wrong in your life. Forgetting how you felt, how often you cried, how much time you spent angry. It’s nice to finally forget all that.
she kept forgetting where she put things. her keys, her purse, her children. if they weren’t so loud, she’d lose them in the store or even at home underneath the forgotten things piled in corners, on the sofa and on the kitchen counter. She was the queen of forgetting, the leader of forgetfulness. forgetting was her passion
Forgetting. It seems everyone does it. Alot. I know I do. Some people use it as an excuse to get out from doing something they don’t want to do. It can also lead to sadness, nobody ever wants to forget their loved ones.
forgetting the idea of what the end result might be. letting the thoughts flow is terrifically hard. what will this be at the end, how will it read, how will it, and I, be perceived. it is impossible to forget. and so necessary.
Forgetting. Forgetting something is hard. Forgetting things that happen in the past. Forgetting things people say or do to hurt you. Forgetting someone you lost. Forgetting those unwanted feelings for someone. It’s all hard. It all hurts. Some worse than others, some not so bad. It happens to us all. We all have something we wish we could forget. Some have multiple. And, believe me, I know how it feels.
When I drink that’s what I try. It’s like anti-therapy, therapy. Going to that damned therapist was all about remembering the past. Even the repressed stuff. Things about mom and dad before I was able even to remember. Drinking helps me forget the pain now so I don’t have to remember that stuff.
I tend to forget all the time, always the important detalils such as: who what when where and why. And how sometimes, but that’s not the point, the point is is that this muffin is really good and I lost my train of thought from its deliciousness.
sometimes forgetting is a good thing, but i think more often than not it’s a bad thing. no one likes to be forgotten, no one likes to feel like they’ve forgotten someone or something. everyone is special and all important things should be remembered. just because it’s not important to you doesn’t mean it’s not important to someone else, and it is so hurtful to be forgotten. it makes you feel unimportant.
Forgetting is a huge problem for me. From forgetting my lunch, to forgetting to ride the bus home, I have a huge problem with forgetting. Most of the other people my age do too, as I have noticed. When does it end?
forgetting is something i tried to capture in a jar, drink like i was a vampire and it was blood. forgetting has laced itself around memories i’d like to remember, and ran away from the ones i’d like to forget. don’t keep forgetting me…
forgetting isn’t as easy as it may pronounce. you can’t forget anyone you loved. whether you hate it or love it. well, forgetting things is another thing.it seems like i doesn’t get off your head ever. you’ll still keep them in your head thinking and re thinking.i wish i could get her off my mind but she is still there. i hate her. never want to see her again. that’s why it came to be the first thing in my mind as i started writing
forgettting the most of anything in the entire world will make a better person from you and yours. Please do not stop doing this forever – it will make you a better person now and in the future for those that love you and respect you so your not an airhead.
David sighed as the call for another run was announced, and he slouched a bit in his pinstripes. At this rate, he’d be late for his dinner that he’d promised John he would come to. John knew how busy it could get on the set, but sometimes it was nice to forget.
I try forgetting, but it’s hard. It’s like you’ve been ripped right out of my life and I’m supposed to continue on like this, but I can’t. I can’t forget what it feels like to have you by my side. I can’t forget how you laughed every time one of us did something. And I can’t forget how much I love being able to fall asleep next to you.
It was the time that he went to the super market. He didn’t bring his magic list of apples and other stuff that he needed to buy. He keeps forgetting. I think he wishes it was different, but it isn’t. He goes back and forth through the aisles trying to figure out what exactly he needs. He needs to save himself. He needs to remember.
ill never forget that which i regret it holds on my heart and never departs. its like laughter, you remember how it feels, forget the joke, but the stomach still reels in the memory of euphoria. forgetting. blurry, hazy, dazy.
forgetting the things that hold you back and all of the reasons to say no or to rationalize before making a decision. forgetting the bad to take a big leap and hope for great
a good time to slap me in the face with forgetting. My daughter’s twins are just a week old; I’ve had about 3 hours sleep in the last 48, and my brain is like mush – as I write I have one twin – mercifully quiet – on my lap. I am forgetting the rest of the world.
Forgetting is a fear or losing something. A tattoo is a great to remember. A photo albumn is a great way to remember. I don’t know why the actually act of forgetting brings so much fear. Is it possible that in a former life I left something behind or cared for someone who lost all of their life experiences that erased their brian. Forgetting is something that most people want to do. Why it is that I do not again I’m not sure. A drink to forget. A smoke to forget. A move to forget. A divorce. I don’t want to forget. Hanging out in the pain and the pity of all of it for some strange reason sounds like a far more attractive prosposect.
forgetting about all the wrong that someone has done to you and growing as a better person for allowing yourself to get over it. forget those things that hold you back and push forward through the doors of opportunity.
He and she were forgetting everything.; their past life, their past dreams. They were for getting everything that had meant anything to them, for one reason. The reason was love. At least that is what they thought the reason was, in truth though, it was always hatred.
its not easy man. i drink and then i smoke and then i drink some more but it doesnt seem to do any good! what pisses me off even more is that the morning after a binge to forget people ask me that “do you remember anything bout last night?!!?”.
I am always forgetting. I usually don’t forget things that are important, but little things like items at the grocery store. I can not tell you how many times I went to the store and forgot to get floss or soap. I also forget where I put things.
I can no longer see your face in my memory. When I look at old photographs there’s a sense of lost longing and pain. No more will I be held by the torment.
There is nothing in the world worse than forgetting a loved one from the past, and yet nothing more beautiful. The pain caused by the loss of love is immeasurable, and yet, forgetting the good times that came before, or even during, those painful times are such that should be held on to forever. Alas, we have no say in the matter.
I wish I could remember what I have forgotten and I wish I could forget much of what I have remembered.
I seem to be forgetting more and more these days, but I don’t seem to bothered by it. Mostly because I usually forget things that would normally bother me, so they’re not in my brain to bother me any more. Seems like a perfect solution.
Sometimes I forget
I forget myself
I forget others
I forget to give thanks
I forgot to give praise
I forget to love
I forget
I……….
i always try to forget, but in the end that’s not what needs to be done. i need to remember, i need to learn from what i’ve done instead of pushing it back into the past. let it bring me into the future, and make me a better person.
i keep forgetting the g chord on the guitar but lately i have not and dawn she helps me. remember. i do love her. though i often wander what it would be like with the boy from Cincinnati, don’t know.
People thing that I forget but I don’t! I just don’t pay attention to what they are saying all the time. The think that my memory is weak in fact isn’t, it is very strong. I hate being forgotten by people, especially friends.
There’s nothing quite like forgetting the one who made everything wrong in your life. Forgetting how you felt, how often you cried, how much time you spent angry. It’s nice to finally forget all that.
she kept forgetting where she put things. her keys, her purse, her children. if they weren’t so loud, she’d lose them in the store or even at home underneath the forgotten things piled in corners, on the sofa and on the kitchen counter. She was the queen of forgetting, the leader of forgetfulness. forgetting was her passion
Forgetting. It seems everyone does it. Alot. I know I do. Some people use it as an excuse to get out from doing something they don’t want to do. It can also lead to sadness, nobody ever wants to forget their loved ones.
forgetting the idea of what the end result might be. letting the thoughts flow is terrifically hard. what will this be at the end, how will it read, how will it, and I, be perceived. it is impossible to forget. and so necessary.
Forgetting. Forgetting something is hard. Forgetting things that happen in the past. Forgetting things people say or do to hurt you. Forgetting someone you lost. Forgetting those unwanted feelings for someone. It’s all hard. It all hurts. Some worse than others, some not so bad. It happens to us all. We all have something we wish we could forget. Some have multiple. And, believe me, I know how it feels.
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……………………………………………. I had something to say……. but I forgot what it was……
*blank stare* dead rabbit.
When I drink that’s what I try. It’s like anti-therapy, therapy. Going to that damned therapist was all about remembering the past. Even the repressed stuff. Things about mom and dad before I was able even to remember. Drinking helps me forget the pain now so I don’t have to remember that stuff.
when one fails to remember an object, event, or memory. forgetting something or forgetting to do something.
I tend to forget all the time, always the important detalils such as: who what when where and why. And how sometimes, but that’s not the point, the point is is that this muffin is really good and I lost my train of thought from its deliciousness.
sometimes forgetting is a good thing, but i think more often than not it’s a bad thing. no one likes to be forgotten, no one likes to feel like they’ve forgotten someone or something. everyone is special and all important things should be remembered. just because it’s not important to you doesn’t mean it’s not important to someone else, and it is so hurtful to be forgotten. it makes you feel unimportant.
Forgetting: what I do when I wake up in the morning, look around me, see the sunlight, and smile because the world is bright and happy.
i have a feeling that i am forgetting so much!
Forgetting is a huge problem for me. From forgetting my lunch, to forgetting to ride the bus home, I have a huge problem with forgetting. Most of the other people my age do too, as I have noticed. When does it end?
forgetting is something i tried to capture in a jar, drink like i was a vampire and it was blood. forgetting has laced itself around memories i’d like to remember, and ran away from the ones i’d like to forget. don’t keep forgetting me…
forgetting isn’t as easy as it may pronounce. you can’t forget anyone you loved. whether you hate it or love it. well, forgetting things is another thing.it seems like i doesn’t get off your head ever. you’ll still keep them in your head thinking and re thinking.i wish i could get her off my mind but she is still there. i hate her. never want to see her again. that’s why it came to be the first thing in my mind as i started writing
forgettting the most of anything in the entire world will make a better person from you and yours. Please do not stop doing this forever – it will make you a better person now and in the future for those that love you and respect you so your not an airhead.
David sighed as the call for another run was announced, and he slouched a bit in his pinstripes. At this rate, he’d be late for his dinner that he’d promised John he would come to. John knew how busy it could get on the set, but sometimes it was nice to forget.
I hate when I forget names or important dates. I rarely forget faces but it is so embarrassing to ask someone to repeat their name.
i forget all the time. i forget why i loved you, and then i forget why i hated you. because i really do love you.
I try forgetting, but it’s hard. It’s like you’ve been ripped right out of my life and I’m supposed to continue on like this, but I can’t. I can’t forget what it feels like to have you by my side. I can’t forget how you laughed every time one of us did something. And I can’t forget how much I love being able to fall asleep next to you.
I hope that you are not forgetting how hard it is to eat.
To recover.
How some days I just want to give up.
Throw in the towel.
Be done.
To press on…
Means to do something I don’t want to do….
Even when I don’t want to.
I have no idea what i want to write because i have already forgot. I guess that is really what forgetting is all about.
It was the time that he went to the super market. He didn’t bring his magic list of apples and other stuff that he needed to buy. He keeps forgetting. I think he wishes it was different, but it isn’t. He goes back and forth through the aisles trying to figure out what exactly he needs. He needs to save himself. He needs to remember.
ill never forget that which i regret it holds on my heart and never departs. its like laughter, you remember how it feels, forget the joke, but the stomach still reels in the memory of euphoria. forgetting. blurry, hazy, dazy.
forgetting the things that hold you back and all of the reasons to say no or to rationalize before making a decision. forgetting the bad to take a big leap and hope for great
a good time to slap me in the face with forgetting. My daughter’s twins are just a week old; I’ve had about 3 hours sleep in the last 48, and my brain is like mush – as I write I have one twin – mercifully quiet – on my lap. I am forgetting the rest of the world.
Forgetting is a fear or losing something. A tattoo is a great to remember. A photo albumn is a great way to remember. I don’t know why the actually act of forgetting brings so much fear. Is it possible that in a former life I left something behind or cared for someone who lost all of their life experiences that erased their brian. Forgetting is something that most people want to do. Why it is that I do not again I’m not sure. A drink to forget. A smoke to forget. A move to forget. A divorce. I don’t want to forget. Hanging out in the pain and the pity of all of it for some strange reason sounds like a far more attractive prosposect.
Forgetting. The opposite of remembering. Forgetting is often very hard, and at sometimes it’s impossible. A ten letter word.
forgetting about all the wrong that someone has done to you and growing as a better person for allowing yourself to get over it. forget those things that hold you back and push forward through the doors of opportunity.
He and she were forgetting everything.; their past life, their past dreams. They were for getting everything that had meant anything to them, for one reason. The reason was love. At least that is what they thought the reason was, in truth though, it was always hatred.
its not easy man. i drink and then i smoke and then i drink some more but it doesnt seem to do any good! what pisses me off even more is that the morning after a binge to forget people ask me that “do you remember anything bout last night?!!?”.