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?
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.