WouldAnyoneMissMe?

I wonder if anyone would miss me if I died. I mean like really miss me. There is always a certain sadness that comes with death. I think its the permanence of it and the unknowingness that makes it really sad. Even the death of someone you don’t know or a family pet is sad, so theres no doubt that my death with be sad for some people. But I wonder if people will remember me and miss me. Like a month down the road will one of my friends see something that reminds them of me and think about me? Will they wish I was there to share a laugh or a special occasion with them? Will they go to my facebook or instagram just to see a picture of me, to remember the details of my face, or how I smiled or what good times we had together? Or will I become a distant memory, an unimportant figure from their past? Maybe they’ll see me in a picture and think “Oh yeah, that’s ‘what’s her name?’”. There’s no doubt in my mind that it’ll be the latter. And in that moment my life will become unimportant, I will no longer have meaning to them. I will be some dull distant memory. And my death, just like my life, will become boring, unimportant, and not good enough for anyone to remember. And that’s it. That’s the cycle. I live a unimportant life and will die an unimportant death. No one to miss me, no one to wish I was there. And it’s because of my unimportant life that I want to die. The only good thing is that I won’t be around for people to not miss me, and that makes it all worth it.