A memory? I don't want to become a memory. Nobody likes to be forgotten. They say nonchalantly "forget me", but they hardly mean it, what they're saying is "Please, remember me, remember what we had, remember how you felt for me, remember how you made me feel... but don't remind me of any of it... let me reminisce all alone ". They claim they hardly care what people say or think, but inside it's all that drives their actions.

We surround ourselves with all kinds of people just so we wont be alone, we pretend we don't care what they think ,whether they're gonna call or not. The suspense drives us insane. I don't want to be stripped of my personality, life, experience and character and be replaced by a generic "he" or "she"...or worse; "someone I used to know".

I am scared of being alone, I blog online, and refresh every few minutes, just to see if there were any more visitors, they don't comment, they don't speak. But even now in my room, I am not alone. I sing when I walk, and in the back of my mind, I wish someone will listen and remember me long after I walked away.
Don't forget me.