Honestly, I know this is a morbid thought but what would happen if I died? Would you care then? Would everyone confess how they felt about me? I wonder… No this does not mean I’m being suicidal. Its just a thought. But if I were to, I’d want everyone to remember me as the bubbly & happy girl that always laughed & used her imagination to her advantage. I’d want to be remembered as a beautiful soul. A soul that loved like no other.