I am always forgetting about the most important things. I know some people forget times and places and people’s names–all those silly, little things–but, no, not me. I forget those big, important things, like my husband’s birthday, or whether or not I should be going left or right to turn into the hospital parking lot—all those big things that could cost me a marriage or a life or something big and important like that.
frogetting is something everyone needs to do. You have to forget the bad in your life to make room for the things you’ve been looking forward to since you were little. you have to forget to remember to be afraid. you have to realize whats important in forgetting about things in order to live healthily. You have to love your ability to forget, and that’s something you should remember.
I always seem to be forgetting. It’s almost like deja-vu, because I often forget the same things over and over. It’s infuriating. But somehow, forgotten things come back. And when they do, it’s oh so refreshing, and very satisfying.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Judith pointedly looked down at her wedding band. “I don’t think so,” George replied as he loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. “Today is the 19th,” she prodded him none too gently. “So it is,” he looked at his watch, and hid a smile as he turned away. “It’s our anniversary,” she said through gritted teeth. “Yes, my love, it is,” he replied as a knock sounded at the front door. “Who could it be at this hour,” He made a show of frowning and hurrying toward the door. He opened it, and the musicians, caterers, flower bearers, and dancing girls poured into the house. “Oh darling,” he called. “Your anniversary present has arrived.”
I keep forgetting to remember to do things that are pretty important like buy cat food, wash towels, call the electric company, run the dishwasher, get gas, make the bed– I think this is a clear sign that I’m not getting what I need out of life and I need to do some serious re-vamping.
There was that part of him, the part that wanted to forget. But no matter how long he spent at night, staring up at the turning lights and the spinning world, he couldn’t leave those parts of him behind. Some times, he would pace up and down the rooms at night.
i hate when people forget it is my birthday. Its never really happened but is would suck and if it did i might cry. It would smell and then you would feel down on yourself because even ur mom cant remember the day you were born.
Forgetting is the most difficult thing one can do when they truly want to. I forget things all the time… Little things. I forget what day it is, I forget to let my dogs out. But I don’t forget feelings. I don’t forget how much I care about Jon, I don’t forget how scared I am. I like Alek too much. I’m too attached. Fuck. I need to start forgetting.
Forgetting, that is something I have never been able to do. No matter how hard I try or what I do, what you did to me still haunts me. You changed everything about me and I hate that more than anything in this world. Why can’t you just leave me alone? Please..
forgetting. It’s a sad thing. But at the same time it can be a good thing. Bad things you don’t want to relieve or remember can be forgotten over years, yet good ones, memories you hold dear and want to hold on too also slowly fade away. No one wants to forget, or be forgotten, but it’s what happens when life goes on..
Forgetting is easy. It’s remembering that’s the hard part. Forgetting is like letting a helium balloon slip from between your fingers. You don’t know it’s gotten away from you until it’s high in the sky.
sometimes it is the most we can use. we can us it for leaving out the bad memories and letting the good, well the hell with that really because the harder we try the worse it is. So we might as well not
I think that after you die, somehow sometime we forget. Just a little maybe a smell, a voice of the person you are trying and trying to remember! forgetting sucks, and so does death. in order to not forget just remember. lest we remember those who remember never forget. <3
I know that i forgot a memory of you, you used to sing me a song, a lullaby i can't remember what it sounded like and i hate myself for forgetting.
I keep forgetting that how, at the end of the school year, it’s NOT just waiting for summer. There are finals. There are big huge tests. There is a lot of studying to be done. And of course there’s saying good-bye to friends. So much happens that it’s easy to just focus on summer.
Forgetting you
Is not as simple
As one might think, it’s true.
Forgetting you
Is not as easy
As I wish it was to do.
Forgetting you
Is not as effortless
As it is loving you.
I don’t like forgetting information. I have always had a hard time remembering everything need be. There are risks to being forgetful; for instance, it can be possible that with a forgetful mind, you will be somewhat of a bad test taker, be late for appointments, and forgetting daily things that are indeed important. It is easy to say that being forgetful isn’t a good thing in most instances.
Sometimes I forget to forget and I think about it and it hurts for a while but only a while and then I forget it ever hurt until it happens again. Things like:
burns scars stitches joints jewelery minds and you.
I always forget to forget about you.
Whoops.
Look who just forgot.
I forget about the god times but remember the bad. I hate it when I forget what I’ve learned because it doesn’t give me time to process my thoughts I wish I had a forgiving and forgetting attitude so I didn’t hold grudges.
Forgetting…oh god, sixty seconds. Enough time to forget to write something meaningful. Enough time to forget something huge, if only for a minute. A minute of happiness. That minute when you wake up and can’t remember who you are?Crazy. Forgetting can be good or bad…
She was forgetting purposefully, smoothly and simply when he came and interrupted her. Why on earth would you do such a thing! I needed this! I need a simple life why must you insist that I keep all the details in my head?
Space was about forgetting. The stars were the harbingers of your thoughts. They plucked them from your mind and gave them a place to rest. At least that was how Constance felt as she stared across the discernible void waiting for the luminescence to take the images of his face from her.
There’s is nothing like forgetting something. Because once its gone, its gone. No getting it back. And maybe it wasn’t that important. Just a comment a cute joke or a phrase, no big-ee. But other times, who knows. Could your one poionion to someone have later it have saved the world? A life? Could it have given you a life changing epiphany that opens up a whole new world? Well you’ll never know because you simply forgot.
I wish I got stop forgetting stuff, and remember the things that are not only important to me but to other people. I wish I can forget about all the bad thing that happenedto me.
I have a really bad problem with forgetting. I can’t remember the school I attended two years ago, I can’t remember how the love of my own pet felt, I don’t remember the name of my first love.
I’m tired of always forgetting everything. Mind like a sieve? More like a great black wormhole where once it’s lost it’s gone forever. I don’t want my memories to slip like grains of sand falling through my palm.
I love forgetting. Because then you can just reread all those old books. You touch the spines, and you feel a spark. Like you used to love this book, like there used to be a connection, and you just don’t know what it is. It’s at your fingertips, and you know you could read it again. Maybe you won’t remember. If you don’t, you get the most beautiful gift- the ability to read a book for the first time. Again.
When your heart gets broken you know its time for you to start forgetting.
Forget his face, his laugh, his smile…everything. If not…who would be the one to blame? Is it him? Is it the situation? Or maybe….just maybe is it you!
I keep forgetting that your not my friend anymore. You only want me to talk about your problems. never to ask about mine, or care that i’m a human too. its so unfair but completely my fault for letting myself keep me close to you.
I keep forgetting you don’t love me anymore.
you called to borrow my car,
you called to borrow money.
I called to talk, you were too busy.
I keep forgetting you like me but don’t love me anymore.
i forget how much you love me sometimes. I say such stupid stuff, and I forget, that it hurts you. Forget that you love me, like I once loved him. Forgetting is not good when it breaks someone. In fact, forgetting is never good. Its an awful b
things can be forgetten so eaisly, i know because i forgot the majority of what made me who i am, and now i just try to remember where i went and where im from
fork. the moutain dweel. will you gorge my nose ? the grasp fool the nasty taste off lie prom. otherwise I veal the dept, you rang the trunk through thy fall. thus I won’t forge the swomp by your peald pot
I am always forgetting about the most important things. I know some people forget times and places and people’s names–all those silly, little things–but, no, not me. I forget those big, important things, like my husband’s birthday, or whether or not I should be going left or right to turn into the hospital parking lot—all those big things that could cost me a marriage or a life or something big and important like that.
thoughts. memories. stress. weed. get to forget. give. waste. memory. lost. uninterested. overthinking. headache. forgive. smile. meb. that’s all :-)
frogetting is something everyone needs to do. You have to forget the bad in your life to make room for the things you’ve been looking forward to since you were little. you have to forget to remember to be afraid. you have to realize whats important in forgetting about things in order to live healthily. You have to love your ability to forget, and that’s something you should remember.
I always seem to be forgetting. It’s almost like deja-vu, because I often forget the same things over and over. It’s infuriating. But somehow, forgotten things come back. And when they do, it’s oh so refreshing, and very satisfying.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Judith pointedly looked down at her wedding band. “I don’t think so,” George replied as he loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. “Today is the 19th,” she prodded him none too gently. “So it is,” he looked at his watch, and hid a smile as he turned away. “It’s our anniversary,” she said through gritted teeth. “Yes, my love, it is,” he replied as a knock sounded at the front door. “Who could it be at this hour,” He made a show of frowning and hurrying toward the door. He opened it, and the musicians, caterers, flower bearers, and dancing girls poured into the house. “Oh darling,” he called. “Your anniversary present has arrived.”
I keep forgetting to remember to do things that are pretty important like buy cat food, wash towels, call the electric company, run the dishwasher, get gas, make the bed– I think this is a clear sign that I’m not getting what I need out of life and I need to do some serious re-vamping.
There was that part of him, the part that wanted to forget. But no matter how long he spent at night, staring up at the turning lights and the spinning world, he couldn’t leave those parts of him behind. Some times, he would pace up and down the rooms at night.
i hate when people forget it is my birthday. Its never really happened but is would suck and if it did i might cry. It would smell and then you would feel down on yourself because even ur mom cant remember the day you were born.
Forgetting is the most difficult thing one can do when they truly want to. I forget things all the time… Little things. I forget what day it is, I forget to let my dogs out. But I don’t forget feelings. I don’t forget how much I care about Jon, I don’t forget how scared I am. I like Alek too much. I’m too attached. Fuck. I need to start forgetting.
Forgetting, that is something I have never been able to do. No matter how hard I try or what I do, what you did to me still haunts me. You changed everything about me and I hate that more than anything in this world. Why can’t you just leave me alone? Please..
My dad forgets everything. I worry all the time about him. What if he’s developing dementia or something? He’s only 53.
What if he forgets us?
forgetting. It’s a sad thing. But at the same time it can be a good thing. Bad things you don’t want to relieve or remember can be forgotten over years, yet good ones, memories you hold dear and want to hold on too also slowly fade away. No one wants to forget, or be forgotten, but it’s what happens when life goes on..
Forgetting is easy. It’s remembering that’s the hard part. Forgetting is like letting a helium balloon slip from between your fingers. You don’t know it’s gotten away from you until it’s high in the sky.
sometimes it is the most we can use. we can us it for leaving out the bad memories and letting the good, well the hell with that really because the harder we try the worse it is. So we might as well not
I think that after you die, somehow sometime we forget. Just a little maybe a smell, a voice of the person you are trying and trying to remember! forgetting sucks, and so does death. in order to not forget just remember. lest we remember those who remember never forget. <3
I know that i forgot a memory of you, you used to sing me a song, a lullaby i can't remember what it sounded like and i hate myself for forgetting.
Forgetting ain’t easy. Sometimes we want to forget and we can’t and sometimes we want to remember forever, but we can’t.
I keep forgetting that how, at the end of the school year, it’s NOT just waiting for summer. There are finals. There are big huge tests. There is a lot of studying to be done. And of course there’s saying good-bye to friends. So much happens that it’s easy to just focus on summer.
Some things shouldn’t be forgotten. Ever.
Forgetting you
Is not as simple
As one might think, it’s true.
Forgetting you
Is not as easy
As I wish it was to do.
Forgetting you
Is not as effortless
As it is loving you.
I don’t like forgetting information. I have always had a hard time remembering everything need be. There are risks to being forgetful; for instance, it can be possible that with a forgetful mind, you will be somewhat of a bad test taker, be late for appointments, and forgetting daily things that are indeed important. It is easy to say that being forgetful isn’t a good thing in most instances.
Sometimes I forget to forget and I think about it and it hurts for a while but only a while and then I forget it ever hurt until it happens again. Things like:
burns scars stitches joints jewelery minds and you.
I always forget to forget about you.
Whoops.
Look who just forgot.
its not about forgetting… its about moving on and taking the best from your experience. The good, for memories, the bad, to learn from.
What were we supposed to write about again?
I forget about the god times but remember the bad. I hate it when I forget what I’ve learned because it doesn’t give me time to process my thoughts I wish I had a forgiving and forgetting attitude so I didn’t hold grudges.
Forgetting…oh god, sixty seconds. Enough time to forget to write something meaningful. Enough time to forget something huge, if only for a minute. A minute of happiness. That minute when you wake up and can’t remember who you are?Crazy. Forgetting can be good or bad…
She was forgetting purposefully, smoothly and simply when he came and interrupted her. Why on earth would you do such a thing! I needed this! I need a simple life why must you insist that I keep all the details in my head?
Space was about forgetting. The stars were the harbingers of your thoughts. They plucked them from your mind and gave them a place to rest. At least that was how Constance felt as she stared across the discernible void waiting for the luminescence to take the images of his face from her.
She needed to forget.
There’s is nothing like forgetting something. Because once its gone, its gone. No getting it back. And maybe it wasn’t that important. Just a comment a cute joke or a phrase, no big-ee. But other times, who knows. Could your one poionion to someone have later it have saved the world? A life? Could it have given you a life changing epiphany that opens up a whole new world? Well you’ll never know because you simply forgot.
I wish I got stop forgetting stuff, and remember the things that are not only important to me but to other people. I wish I can forget about all the bad thing that happenedto me.
I have a really bad problem with forgetting. I can’t remember the school I attended two years ago, I can’t remember how the love of my own pet felt, I don’t remember the name of my first love.
I’m tired of always forgetting everything. Mind like a sieve? More like a great black wormhole where once it’s lost it’s gone forever. I don’t want my memories to slip like grains of sand falling through my palm.
I love forgetting. Because then you can just reread all those old books. You touch the spines, and you feel a spark. Like you used to love this book, like there used to be a connection, and you just don’t know what it is. It’s at your fingertips, and you know you could read it again. Maybe you won’t remember. If you don’t, you get the most beautiful gift- the ability to read a book for the first time. Again.
Not remembering something. Losing track of thoughts.
When your heart gets broken you know its time for you to start forgetting.
Forget his face, his laugh, his smile…everything. If not…who would be the one to blame? Is it him? Is it the situation? Or maybe….just maybe is it you!
I keep forgetting that your not my friend anymore. You only want me to talk about your problems. never to ask about mine, or care that i’m a human too. its so unfair but completely my fault for letting myself keep me close to you.
I keep forgetting you don’t love me anymore.
you called to borrow my car,
you called to borrow money.
I called to talk, you were too busy.
I keep forgetting you like me but don’t love me anymore.
i forget how much you love me sometimes. I say such stupid stuff, and I forget, that it hurts you. Forget that you love me, like I once loved him. Forgetting is not good when it breaks someone. In fact, forgetting is never good. Its an awful b
things can be forgetten so eaisly, i know because i forgot the majority of what made me who i am, and now i just try to remember where i went and where im from
lost stupid lonely sad angry unhappy forgotten forest death hurt drunk
fork. the moutain dweel. will you gorge my nose ? the grasp fool the nasty taste off lie prom. otherwise I veal the dept, you rang the trunk through thy fall. thus I won’t forge the swomp by your peald pot
grocery lists anniversaries, birthdays, appointments, commitments, promises, the road home, to put pants on