Not remembering anything. “I forgot better shit than y’all ever thought of.” Good ideas, missed opportunities. Memory doesn’t fail. Perhaps we forget things and that leads us to being able to remember or create better things.
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forgetting. the word hurts. to forget the one you loved. to forget the one you needed. but to forget the one that said they would be there for you but wasn’t forgetting is hard. but life is hard. we all need to go through it to be fixed in the end.
Bella Guerra
i bet a lot of people wish they could forget that greg lee died today. and that lance died two years ago.. and that anyone dies really. i wish i could forget that my grandpa died. i don’t wish that i forgot them, cause forgetting those close to us would be like losing a part of our soul. but i do wish i could forget the pain.
Catey
Forgetting. If only it was that easy to forget those things you want most to forget, but for whatever reason those are the things you remember the most. They stick with you, haunting your mind. While those things that you tell yourself to remember, you tie a little red ribbon around your pointer finger and write yourself notes, seem to flee from your mind faster than you can even turn your head. Forgetting might as well be forgotten, because it simply cannot be controlled.
It’s a little like forgetting a good friend. Looking into a mirror and watching my face change. I can’t remember what I looked like when I had a layer of baby fat over my face. Or what my eyebrow looked like before I had the scar running through it. I can’t remember what the exact color of my hair before I started dying it.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers into my ear as he looks at my reflection in the mirror.
“But was I always?”
esquecer das dúvidas, esquecer que estou gorda, equecer das pessoas chatas, esquecer das mágoas, esquecer de me auto-sabotar, deixar de esquecer coisas importantes, nao esquecer que o tempo está passando e preciso fazer alguma coisa a esse respeito.
daniela
lists stay awake,wake up,add it will leave your head and let you sleep
I was always forgetting what I needed to do. Everything else seemed so much more important. I now know that I need to focus on the necessary thing in my life. Even if that means discarding the unneeded things. I still want to happy. That I wont forget.
Rachel
I hate forgetting. You know the feeling where a word is on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t seem to remember it? It’s one of the worst feelings in the world. It makes you feel like all the hope is going out of the world and there is nothing, absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Brittany Durbin
Forgetting is something i’m scared of, but something I would kill to do. August, 2010. I would do anything to forget that whole month. The people I met, the scars that were made, the tears shed. I’d kill to forget that whole month so I could sleep peacefully.
I don’t want to forget. I think that’s the scariest thing in the entire world to happen to someone. I would never want to forget anything I’ve done, seen, or heard. Memories are too precious and valuable to be forgotten.
losing thoughts and memories. to leg go of something your brain had stored. not remembering an idea or thing. I forget schoolwork a lot. Study, and you won’t forget. Lose thought.
caroline
Memories. Of crushes, of friends, of those who touched my heart, of those who brushed by my life with a breath. I wish I could never forget sometimes. Then sometimes I am glad I can forget sometimes.
K
Forgetting is the story of my life. I forget everything. Memories are not meant to be forgotten and sadly I have forgotten a lot of good ones I will never get back.
molly
She had eyes so dark they were almost black. I remember that. She wore pink, squarish glasses most days, some days contacts. I remember how she sometimes wore her hair down and sometimes put in in a ponytail. But what I can’t seem to recall is her laugh, or all the jokes she told me. It’s harder now for me to hear her voice in my mind. I don’t remember the way she walked, or the way she smelled, or even how it felt the day she held my hand. I’m getting over her. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since the moment she left, and now that I’m finally doing it… why do I want to go back?
everything in one minute would be the best rest I can imagine. just find myself in a place with no connection to anything that requires my attention, or I forget I’m supposed to pay attention to whatever it was I used to
Mariana O'Leary
Staring out the window, I breathed out a puff of grey in a sigh. How did he expect me to forget so easily? I loved him, I still do. He told me that after he was gone i should just forget and move on. How could i? Forgetting is certainly not as easy as he made it out to be.
Allie
time and people how good it is to be happy ,to push myself more to be better person to care more
aida
Forgetting is the worst thing a person could do. Forgetting is what I don’t want *him* to do. I don’t want him to forget about me. To forget about the way we used to be together. He used to listen to me sleep over the phone for hours, and fall asleep on the phone as well. My phone would die and end the call, sadly. He would say, “I love you. Always and forever.” I would say it back, and everything is perfect. But soon he forgot the love I had for him, dumped me, and walked away without another word. I wanted to scream in agony, but I forgot what it felt like to feel agony. I had forgotten all of my emotions. All because of his one little lie. One little white lie.
Roxanne
God. I’m forgetting to pay the bills. Maybe I should go and work out after. But I won’t have time to go do my nails. Then I have a date with Robin. Maybe I should go pay the bill tomorrow.
yesterday my mom told me that she doesn’t have memories that look like pictures. “i can remember the stream of light on someone’s face, the skirt i wore and the exact book i read. i remember the inflections and teal sunglasses perched, and my chest going tight. memories roll back to me like a movie,” i confessed. this is probably why forgetting is so crazy hard.
Again! I finished reading some asinine rant about professional wrestling and realized that once again, I’d forgotten my dog outside on the leash. Even when I constantly try to remind myself that she’s out there, I still ALWAYS forget. I don’t know how she doesn’t hate me, but then again, I guess that’s why we have dogs. They seem to be almost more in touch with our ideas about what makes a good person, forgiveness, unconditional love, and loyalty, than most people.
Michael Garrity
forgetting can be one of the most frustrating things yet also one of the most beneficial things. When you break up with someone you love, you must forget them in order to move on. On the other side, you don’t want to forget peoples’ names, or the people you care about and who care about you most.
Kyle
I woke up to the bright light, and mentally slapped myself on the forehead. I knew that today was my friend’s birthday, and I had completely forgotten about it. I knew that she would become upset with me, so I grabbed my car keys, and rushed to the front door to try and get my friend a present.
I wish i could forget the way we sat together on the plane. I wish i could forget your brown eyes looking into mine as we landed back in the scorching desert. I wish i could forget how much we enjoyed each other’s company and how much i loved you
Haley Davis
don’t remember things that you have done etc.
zoey
As each photo goes into the box, I imagine that each memory attached goes with it. So simple, to erase you. My head feels clear for the first time in a long time as another box of unwanted memories goes onto the shelf. Maybe I’ll want them someday.
Fate and the fateful rarely exchange formalities. Their communication is that of an unspoken variety, that which is screamed at the top of the lungs, yet not heard at arms reach. The fateful find that they are often found without deliberation, for fate is indiscriminate in it’s discriminations. Those that forge their own path cannot remember the mark given to them at their birth by the fateful midwife, their hands throw earthly clay into a mold of unknown variety.
Memories fading
but please don’t let me forget them
let me store them
and re visit
if I ever feel lost
don’t let my mind
loose what was once treasured
Please,
I’m begging
whoever is listening
let those photos of me smiling
trigger something
rather than strike a blank canvas.
Ellie
i forget half the time what im writting about. forget where the keys are and forget what the bloody point of this is. I’m not ever sure there is a point but id prob forget that too. when does the time run out ? i forget!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sarah
I wish I could forget everything sometimes and start new. Like a baby but a fully formed adult. The experiences that I’ve had just make me want to start over. Forget who I was, who I am. That would be the best thing given to me. I could get over myself.
erika
forgetting can sometimes be the hardest thing to do. No-one wants to remember some things, but they just happen. Likewise, people want to remember some things that they forget.
Joe
I wake up to do better, but I keep forgetting that by the middle of the day. I’m all gung-ho at six AM – gonna get up and do better. Then I press the snooze and sleep until nine.
i tend to always forget a lot of things. im a forgetful person. alzheimers is at the roads end to forgetfulness. creepy is forgetting and i am creepy. a person who forgets is bad
void, memory flying away, dissapear, incognito, hidden, life, memory, alzhimers, drugs, wasted,
Are there things that are better to forget? I forget if I forgot anything. What a funny word.
wallet at the mall…cute girl working at pacsun…should have talked with her…start living life to the fullest…stop thinking start doing…
forgetting
Not remembering anything. “I forgot better shit than y’all ever thought of.” Good ideas, missed opportunities. Memory doesn’t fail. Perhaps we forget things and that leads us to being able to remember or create better things.
forgetting. the word hurts. to forget the one you loved. to forget the one you needed. but to forget the one that said they would be there for you but wasn’t forgetting is hard. but life is hard. we all need to go through it to be fixed in the end.
i bet a lot of people wish they could forget that greg lee died today. and that lance died two years ago.. and that anyone dies really. i wish i could forget that my grandpa died. i don’t wish that i forgot them, cause forgetting those close to us would be like losing a part of our soul. but i do wish i could forget the pain.
Forgetting. If only it was that easy to forget those things you want most to forget, but for whatever reason those are the things you remember the most. They stick with you, haunting your mind. While those things that you tell yourself to remember, you tie a little red ribbon around your pointer finger and write yourself notes, seem to flee from your mind faster than you can even turn your head. Forgetting might as well be forgotten, because it simply cannot be controlled.
“To forget” is not a verb that my heart comprehends nor acknowledge. Burying memories is useful, but is never permanent.
It’s a little like forgetting a good friend. Looking into a mirror and watching my face change. I can’t remember what I looked like when I had a layer of baby fat over my face. Or what my eyebrow looked like before I had the scar running through it. I can’t remember what the exact color of my hair before I started dying it.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers into my ear as he looks at my reflection in the mirror.
“But was I always?”
Who picks these words and where are they hiding in my room?
I’m forgetting him. I’m attempting to forget him. I’ll try my best.
It’s not working. I’m not good at forgetting. That’s what makes me so smart. I remember.
Him on the other hand, he’s good at forgetting. I mean, you must be to forget your crushes birthday in a matter of days.
Time for me to forget.
esquecer das dúvidas, esquecer que estou gorda, equecer das pessoas chatas, esquecer das mágoas, esquecer de me auto-sabotar, deixar de esquecer coisas importantes, nao esquecer que o tempo está passando e preciso fazer alguma coisa a esse respeito.
lists stay awake,wake up,add it will leave your head and let you sleep
I was always forgetting what I needed to do. Everything else seemed so much more important. I now know that I need to focus on the necessary thing in my life. Even if that means discarding the unneeded things. I still want to happy. That I wont forget.
I hate forgetting. You know the feeling where a word is on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t seem to remember it? It’s one of the worst feelings in the world. It makes you feel like all the hope is going out of the world and there is nothing, absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Forgetting is something i’m scared of, but something I would kill to do. August, 2010. I would do anything to forget that whole month. The people I met, the scars that were made, the tears shed. I’d kill to forget that whole month so I could sleep peacefully.
I don’t want to forget. I think that’s the scariest thing in the entire world to happen to someone. I would never want to forget anything I’ve done, seen, or heard. Memories are too precious and valuable to be forgotten.
losing thoughts and memories. to leg go of something your brain had stored. not remembering an idea or thing. I forget schoolwork a lot. Study, and you won’t forget. Lose thought.
Memories. Of crushes, of friends, of those who touched my heart, of those who brushed by my life with a breath. I wish I could never forget sometimes. Then sometimes I am glad I can forget sometimes.
Forgetting is the story of my life. I forget everything. Memories are not meant to be forgotten and sadly I have forgotten a lot of good ones I will never get back.
She had eyes so dark they were almost black. I remember that. She wore pink, squarish glasses most days, some days contacts. I remember how she sometimes wore her hair down and sometimes put in in a ponytail. But what I can’t seem to recall is her laugh, or all the jokes she told me. It’s harder now for me to hear her voice in my mind. I don’t remember the way she walked, or the way she smelled, or even how it felt the day she held my hand. I’m getting over her. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since the moment she left, and now that I’m finally doing it… why do I want to go back?
amnesia, long lost, gone, old, forgotten, gone again,recall, failure, fading, fade, remembereing,
everything in one minute would be the best rest I can imagine. just find myself in a place with no connection to anything that requires my attention, or I forget I’m supposed to pay attention to whatever it was I used to
Staring out the window, I breathed out a puff of grey in a sigh. How did he expect me to forget so easily? I loved him, I still do. He told me that after he was gone i should just forget and move on. How could i? Forgetting is certainly not as easy as he made it out to be.
time and people how good it is to be happy ,to push myself more to be better person to care more
Forgetting is the worst thing a person could do. Forgetting is what I don’t want *him* to do. I don’t want him to forget about me. To forget about the way we used to be together. He used to listen to me sleep over the phone for hours, and fall asleep on the phone as well. My phone would die and end the call, sadly. He would say, “I love you. Always and forever.” I would say it back, and everything is perfect. But soon he forgot the love I had for him, dumped me, and walked away without another word. I wanted to scream in agony, but I forgot what it felt like to feel agony. I had forgotten all of my emotions. All because of his one little lie. One little white lie.
God. I’m forgetting to pay the bills. Maybe I should go and work out after. But I won’t have time to go do my nails. Then I have a date with Robin. Maybe I should go pay the bill tomorrow.
yesterday my mom told me that she doesn’t have memories that look like pictures. “i can remember the stream of light on someone’s face, the skirt i wore and the exact book i read. i remember the inflections and teal sunglasses perched, and my chest going tight. memories roll back to me like a movie,” i confessed. this is probably why forgetting is so crazy hard.
Again! I finished reading some asinine rant about professional wrestling and realized that once again, I’d forgotten my dog outside on the leash. Even when I constantly try to remind myself that she’s out there, I still ALWAYS forget. I don’t know how she doesn’t hate me, but then again, I guess that’s why we have dogs. They seem to be almost more in touch with our ideas about what makes a good person, forgiveness, unconditional love, and loyalty, than most people.
forgetting can be one of the most frustrating things yet also one of the most beneficial things. When you break up with someone you love, you must forget them in order to move on. On the other side, you don’t want to forget peoples’ names, or the people you care about and who care about you most.
I woke up to the bright light, and mentally slapped myself on the forehead. I knew that today was my friend’s birthday, and I had completely forgotten about it. I knew that she would become upset with me, so I grabbed my car keys, and rushed to the front door to try and get my friend a present.
I wish i could forget the way we sat together on the plane. I wish i could forget your brown eyes looking into mine as we landed back in the scorching desert. I wish i could forget how much we enjoyed each other’s company and how much i loved you
don’t remember things that you have done etc.
As each photo goes into the box, I imagine that each memory attached goes with it. So simple, to erase you. My head feels clear for the first time in a long time as another box of unwanted memories goes onto the shelf. Maybe I’ll want them someday.
Fate and the fateful rarely exchange formalities. Their communication is that of an unspoken variety, that which is screamed at the top of the lungs, yet not heard at arms reach. The fateful find that they are often found without deliberation, for fate is indiscriminate in it’s discriminations. Those that forge their own path cannot remember the mark given to them at their birth by the fateful midwife, their hands throw earthly clay into a mold of unknown variety.
Memories fading
but please don’t let me forget them
let me store them
and re visit
if I ever feel lost
don’t let my mind
loose what was once treasured
Please,
I’m begging
whoever is listening
let those photos of me smiling
trigger something
rather than strike a blank canvas.
i forget half the time what im writting about. forget where the keys are and forget what the bloody point of this is. I’m not ever sure there is a point but id prob forget that too. when does the time run out ? i forget!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wish I could forget everything sometimes and start new. Like a baby but a fully formed adult. The experiences that I’ve had just make me want to start over. Forget who I was, who I am. That would be the best thing given to me. I could get over myself.
forgetting can sometimes be the hardest thing to do. No-one wants to remember some things, but they just happen. Likewise, people want to remember some things that they forget.
I wake up to do better, but I keep forgetting that by the middle of the day. I’m all gung-ho at six AM – gonna get up and do better. Then I press the snooze and sleep until nine.
i tend to always forget a lot of things. im a forgetful person. alzheimers is at the roads end to forgetfulness. creepy is forgetting and i am creepy. a person who forgets is bad