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i tend to wonder what people would do once im gone.
would they cry?
would they be angry?
would they feel no remorse?
would they feel absolutely nothing?
i cannot say, but i hope they don't cry. if they were to shed a tear i, myself, would hurt despite not being here. i would hope they mourn me, but in their own ways like humans do.
on another note, i often hoped something bad would happen to me just so that i could feel some sort of attention. i have much of it, yet at the same time i feel like im invisible.
~ m.n.