Yes yes yes yes yes I would want someone to know. They say that you die two times: when you actually die, and the last time someone thinks of you/says your name. As much as I want to die sometimes, I am so terrified of being forgotten that I tell myself to wait until I make some sort of mark upon the world so people remember me and I am in that way immortalized. I am so afraid of just being, but also so afraid of being temporary, washed away by history and other and newer people and time.