relarela
forgotten. there is so much that is forgotten. history. my keys. what time i need to get up to get to work on time. yet the latter is what bothers me the most. That is what makes me so angry. That I make the same mistake over and over again and bargain with myself to snooze for a few more minutes. But the fact that we never think about atrocities of the past, that's just a little irk that I resign myself to.