sometimes i wonder what will happen when i'm gone. who will be the one to end up going through my things? read my journal pages? will they mean anything? i've left a lot of names out...hopefully i'll remember who i talked about so vehemently, so passionately. when i go, whose eyes will scan my pages? someone i've written about? if so, i'm not sorry. i didn't make anything up. i accept your apology, though.