If I were gonna die tomorrow I’d apologize to my sister, we’re always mad at each other over the littlest things. And I’d eat all my favorite foods and the ones I’ve wanted to try for so long! But the thought the death would probably give me a lost of appetite…the thought of dying and being forgotten like you never existed is terrifying itself and just thinking about it makes me sick. I heard somewhere your only remembered for 3-4 generations meaning you’ll just be another tomb amongst the rest…this saying really stuck with me for some reason. But I have a BIG family so maybe I would be remembered longer for a bit idk why I wrote this much