Swear to me if I die, you'll remember.

It doesn't have to haunt you.

I just want to know that if I'm gone, I'm here.

I guess that's what the internet is for.

That's why all this stuff gets uploaded right?

So that there's a piece of us out there, that will stick around.

It's nice to know that as long as the site stays, that I'll be immortalized.

I can't see this going away anytime soon, so I guess I'm safe.

So I'll be remembered.

Love this, hate this, it's still here.

I'm still the one pouring out my heart into an MS Word Document at 1am.

Or I was, if you're reading this in the future.

Everything is the future really; the present doesn't stick around long.

Time is funny like that.

So remember this?

Remember me?

Please

I'm just a teenager, but that's okay.

Maybe I'll be here for another sixty years.

Maybe I'll die tomorrow (I hope not).

But this piece of me is still here, forever.

I think I like it that way.