I don't want to be remembered, by anyone. I want to fade off into extinction. I've often thought about my own funeral. Who would be there? Who wouldn't be there? What would they say about my life?

Who would miss me? Who wouldn't and why? And everytime I think about the answers, I can't seem to find a reason really and truly, why I'm still alive.The people I've touched, I've only managed to get them caught in my own web of deceit and one day when my world crumbles they are going to be hurt the most. Only, I'll be the lucky one, because I'll be dead and have left all of it behind.

Yeah, that sounds pretty harsh, but it's the truth. I think this is a great question.