Ever feel unimportant? Like you’re an add on in the back ground of a film? Well, I do. All the time.
I think it’s weird to know that when I die nothing will change, that I have so little value here that everyone will just carry on without me. I guess that’s life but I don’t want it to be. I want to be remembered, to still be loved, and to be mourned for.
In the same way I’m afraid to be remembered for something I’m not. I hide away from the world, and I think it’s because I don’t think it’ll understand. Understand how I act, how I speak, what I do. This world has become so judging, that people hide their true selves, or I do anyway.
I hope that in the future I am remembered, but for now there’s nothing to remember me by.