i forget things all the time i forget my birthday which is sad because im so caught up in the moment of life that everything just kind of meshes together. im actually forgettting what i just prevoiusly wrote because this is somewhat improvised. just typing without thinking. forgettting. sometimes forgeting can be good thoiugh my grandma always said to be free one must be free of the past, and if you are victim to forgetfullness then you have just won half of the battle.
She was forgetting all the little details. She couldn’t remember the freckles on his nose, or how he raised his ‘r’s when he spoke. She couldn’t remember his favorite colour and she was hating herself for it. She was hating how time flew by without really going.
i forget
the way
you made me feel
but i cannot forget
the way
you made me love
you
and the way
you made me love
me
so i guess
i never forgot
the way
you made me feel
Day by day, night by night. I think it’s finally safe to say I’m forgetting you. It wasn’t easy, considering what you put me through. I’m finally forgetting you.
I want to forget all the sad times.
i wanna forget that he’s hurting himself.
i wanna move and forget all the pain and all the love and all the crap i’ve caused.
I don’t wanna forget all the info i memorized for socials
i wanna forget the past 5 months.
forgive and forget
i forgive but don’t forget
Never has forgetting been more irresponsible than when we forget to respect the other. Wars and crime are solely based on this principle. Can it be corrected or amended? Not without commitment.
As the years go on and the people in my past compound and dissolve into one another, I find myself forgetting their voices, names, and sometimes their faces too. But in the end, I can always sift through the rubble and piece together how a person made me feel, good or bad.
I keep forgetting my name. I keep forgetting who I am supposed to be. I keep forgetting to be the person who in on my driver’s lisence, my yearbook, my linked in page. I keep forgetting to be alive.
It all fades away. all of it. And i don’t necessarily find this forgetting bad. Things must fade away, the bad, and the good, to make room in our minds for the present and to leave us ability to determine our future.
not remembering
blank mind
forgetting birthdays and important dates is crap and i always do iot
spacey
i always forget important items too
and where i left things
Why is it that forgetting you is killing me? I only knew you for all of three years, but it’s true. Will we ever see one another again? Will it matter? You’ve obviously had no trouble at all forgetting me. Not at all.
its an interesting concept. its in your mind at one point but then it isnt. but where does it go? is it a physical object, a thought? or is it more superfluous?
forgetting, a blessing and a curse. its easy to forget the stupid things that don’t matter; paying bills, cleaning your room, locking a door. But the things that occupy your mind the most, are the hardest to forget. its impossible to forget your first love, death, tragedy.
I am constantly forgetting things around school and have probably lost a decent sum of money. Along with expensive sunglasses. I don’t know why or how I just know that I lose things.
I drank to forget. It didn’t work. Because the more I drank, the better swimmers my memories became. They swam up to the point where I couldn’t drink any more. But still I remembered. Goodbye.
forgetting is probably one of the hardest things to do. i can forgive, sure, but when i have to let go im not so good. forgetting you though, that was the hardest thing ive ever done. in fact, that im writing this shows youre still in my mind. i dont really know why though after all that you did to me. i guess im just really bad at forgetting someone i loved…
My mom and dad forget my name
I forget how to talk in public
I never forget my homework, or so my teachers think
I forget where I left my brain….
I never forget to wash my hands
I always forget to live in the moment
Forgetting is not easy. On the contrary, it’s one of the hardest things to do, in my opinion. I wish there was a laser that could be flashed on you (like on men and black) and you could immediately forget the thing/person you’ve been wanting to forget for a year already. geeeez, that sounds pathetic lol.
She forgot the moment her eyes left his. The light outlined his profile with sharp shadows that stung her eyes, so without hesitation, she closed her eyes and smiled to herself. In the darkness, she imagined herself in a land far away from the noise of the city.
it slips out the back of your mind in time, hold a bucket to the nape of your neck to catch it as it slides, slides, slides…
time passes you by and you can’t get in line take a number losing your place hold your finger where you think it should go but you can’t be sure because the memory is gone…
hold your breath just a little too long, no
remember to take air in?
I keep forgetting how to speak around you. I keep forgetting where my voice has gone. I wonder if you’ve noticed, that I keep forgetting myself. All I remember is you.
i hope i never froget any of you. You made me feel on top of the world, when it was all crashing down. and when i needed a hug, 27 pairs of a arms wrapped around me. i felt love when i went to school every day. ill never forget any of you.
she was there. and then she was not. it didn’t happen that fast in reality, but it sure as fuck felt like it. and now, I’m doing everything i can to forget her. it’s not going very well, but I’m trying.
forgetting is one of the hardest things i can do. sometimes my mind will take a glance and for an instant my mind is clear, but to forget, never. with another breath and a shift of attention, i recall the very thing that makes me smile and makes me want to forget. maybe if i can learn to forgive will i forget.
I hate when people forget important dates like… my birthday.
I hate when teachers forget to count that 98 I got on the math quiz towards my final grade.
I hate when my mom forgets to buy the snacks I want
I hate when people forget inside jokes and i look like a complete idiot when I’m the only one laughing about this memory that no one else remembers…
I hate FORGETTING
i always forget that im beautiful, i need to start remembering i have so much going for me and anything i dream about i can accomplish. No more forgetting from this day on. Start remembering everything good.
i also forget to arrive on time id like to forget things the way animals do i hate leaving the grocery store and realizing there was that one thing i went there for and DIDNT fucking get
about tomorrow and what it will bring for the new life we are anticipating and creating. We look at the sun setting and think “Wow!” here we go… don’t think, just enjoy. Remember the life we lead and relish the friends we have made. It really is fun.
I wanna forget about her, I wanna forget about the past, I wanna move on ! I just wanna forget so badly what can I do what am I supposed to do ! just wait ! well I’m sock of waiting I wanna live.
I wanna forget about her, I wanna forget about the past, I wanna move on ! I just wanna forget so badly what can I do what am I supposed to do ! just wait ! well I’m sock of waiting I wanna live
I keep forgetting what I’ve done over the weekends. I get like this in the summertime. Time goes so quickly, it wipes my memory as it goes by. It’s sad to not remember your own memories. I know I’ve done exciting things on weekends, it’s sad I can’t tell anyone about it.
Helicopters have it good,
They don’t have to remember.
Same goes for trees,
Hah! Plants never remember,
And it’s always PEOPLE who wanna forget.
Don’t deserve it if you ask me.
Terry held onto the lobes of his ears, and pulled. He thought this was something that you would do when you felt sick, but that was only because that is what he had seen on television.
Or was it television.
He slapped his forehead, and tried to concentrate; the nuclear launch codes were somewhere in his heads.
i forget things all the time i forget my birthday which is sad because im so caught up in the moment of life that everything just kind of meshes together. im actually forgettting what i just prevoiusly wrote because this is somewhat improvised. just typing without thinking. forgettting. sometimes forgeting can be good thoiugh my grandma always said to be free one must be free of the past, and if you are victim to forgetfullness then you have just won half of the battle.
She was forgetting all the little details. She couldn’t remember the freckles on his nose, or how he raised his ‘r’s when he spoke. She couldn’t remember his favorite colour and she was hating herself for it. She was hating how time flew by without really going.
i forget
the way
you made me feel
but i cannot forget
the way
you made me love
you
and the way
you made me love
me
so i guess
i never forgot
the way
you made me feel
Day by day, night by night. I think it’s finally safe to say I’m forgetting you. It wasn’t easy, considering what you put me through. I’m finally forgetting you.
I want to forget all the sad times.
i wanna forget that he’s hurting himself.
i wanna move and forget all the pain and all the love and all the crap i’ve caused.
I don’t wanna forget all the info i memorized for socials
i wanna forget the past 5 months.
forgive and forget
i forgive but don’t forget
Never has forgetting been more irresponsible than when we forget to respect the other. Wars and crime are solely based on this principle. Can it be corrected or amended? Not without commitment.
i am forrgetting my shoes. wheres my socks? im just confused. i am forgotten. lost:( what am i forgetting agian? MEH.
As the years go on and the people in my past compound and dissolve into one another, I find myself forgetting their voices, names, and sometimes their faces too. But in the end, I can always sift through the rubble and piece together how a person made me feel, good or bad.
I keep forgetting my name. I keep forgetting who I am supposed to be. I keep forgetting to be the person who in on my driver’s lisence, my yearbook, my linked in page. I keep forgetting to be alive.
It all fades away. all of it. And i don’t necessarily find this forgetting bad. Things must fade away, the bad, and the good, to make room in our minds for the present and to leave us ability to determine our future.
not remember
lists
to do
age
unfocussed
post its
calendars
reminders
past by
missing appointments
not remembering
blank mind
forgetting birthdays and important dates is crap and i always do iot
spacey
i always forget important items too
and where i left things
Why is it that forgetting you is killing me? I only knew you for all of three years, but it’s true. Will we ever see one another again? Will it matter? You’ve obviously had no trouble at all forgetting me. Not at all.
its an interesting concept. its in your mind at one point but then it isnt. but where does it go? is it a physical object, a thought? or is it more superfluous?
forgetting, a blessing and a curse. its easy to forget the stupid things that don’t matter; paying bills, cleaning your room, locking a door. But the things that occupy your mind the most, are the hardest to forget. its impossible to forget your first love, death, tragedy.
I am constantly forgetting things around school and have probably lost a decent sum of money. Along with expensive sunglasses. I don’t know why or how I just know that I lose things.
I keep trying
But I just can’t
I wish it was as easy as saying the word
But Forgetting is the hardest thing
To try and do
I keep forgetting more and more how to be happy.
How to smile.
How to laugh.
I keep forgetting and will never remember.
I drank to forget. It didn’t work. Because the more I drank, the better swimmers my memories became. They swam up to the point where I couldn’t drink any more. But still I remembered. Goodbye.
forgetting is probably one of the hardest things to do. i can forgive, sure, but when i have to let go im not so good. forgetting you though, that was the hardest thing ive ever done. in fact, that im writing this shows youre still in my mind. i dont really know why though after all that you did to me. i guess im just really bad at forgetting someone i loved…
My mom and dad forget my name
I forget how to talk in public
I never forget my homework, or so my teachers think
I forget where I left my brain….
I never forget to wash my hands
I always forget to live in the moment
Forgetting is not easy. On the contrary, it’s one of the hardest things to do, in my opinion. I wish there was a laser that could be flashed on you (like on men and black) and you could immediately forget the thing/person you’ve been wanting to forget for a year already. geeeez, that sounds pathetic lol.
She forgot the moment her eyes left his. The light outlined his profile with sharp shadows that stung her eyes, so without hesitation, she closed her eyes and smiled to herself. In the darkness, she imagined herself in a land far away from the noise of the city.
I am so afraid of being forgotten that I sometimes forget to remember.
it slips out the back of your mind in time, hold a bucket to the nape of your neck to catch it as it slides, slides, slides…
time passes you by and you can’t get in line take a number losing your place hold your finger where you think it should go but you can’t be sure because the memory is gone…
hold your breath just a little too long, no
remember to take air in?
I keep forgetting how to speak around you. I keep forgetting where my voice has gone. I wonder if you’ve noticed, that I keep forgetting myself. All I remember is you.
i hope i never froget any of you. You made me feel on top of the world, when it was all crashing down. and when i needed a hug, 27 pairs of a arms wrapped around me. i felt love when i went to school every day. ill never forget any of you.
she was there. and then she was not. it didn’t happen that fast in reality, but it sure as fuck felt like it. and now, I’m doing everything i can to forget her. it’s not going very well, but I’m trying.
forgetting is one of the hardest things i can do. sometimes my mind will take a glance and for an instant my mind is clear, but to forget, never. with another breath and a shift of attention, i recall the very thing that makes me smile and makes me want to forget. maybe if i can learn to forgive will i forget.
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(I forgot what to write.)
I hate when people forget important dates like… my birthday.
I hate when teachers forget to count that 98 I got on the math quiz towards my final grade.
I hate when my mom forgets to buy the snacks I want
I hate when people forget inside jokes and i look like a complete idiot when I’m the only one laughing about this memory that no one else remembers…
I hate FORGETTING
i always forget that im beautiful, i need to start remembering i have so much going for me and anything i dream about i can accomplish. No more forgetting from this day on. Start remembering everything good.
you, heartbreak, past, memories, everything, my life, unbelieable, strange, insanity, memory loss, upsetting, sad, pain washed away, ignorance is bliss
i also forget to arrive on time id like to forget things the way animals do i hate leaving the grocery store and realizing there was that one thing i went there for and DIDNT fucking get
about tomorrow and what it will bring for the new life we are anticipating and creating. We look at the sun setting and think “Wow!” here we go… don’t think, just enjoy. Remember the life we lead and relish the friends we have made. It really is fun.
I wanna forget about her, I wanna forget about the past, I wanna move on ! I just wanna forget so badly what can I do what am I supposed to do ! just wait ! well I’m sock of waiting I wanna live.
I wanna forget about her, I wanna forget about the past, I wanna move on ! I just wanna forget so badly what can I do what am I supposed to do ! just wait ! well I’m sock of waiting I wanna live
I keep forgetting what I’ve done over the weekends. I get like this in the summertime. Time goes so quickly, it wipes my memory as it goes by. It’s sad to not remember your own memories. I know I’ve done exciting things on weekends, it’s sad I can’t tell anyone about it.
Helicopters have it good,
They don’t have to remember.
Same goes for trees,
Hah! Plants never remember,
And it’s always PEOPLE who wanna forget.
Don’t deserve it if you ask me.
Terry held onto the lobes of his ears, and pulled. He thought this was something that you would do when you felt sick, but that was only because that is what he had seen on television.
Or was it television.
He slapped his forehead, and tried to concentrate; the nuclear launch codes were somewhere in his heads.