Honestly, I'm not sure. I do want to be forgotten. Not just because I think I'm not worth remembering, but because it's the best way to cope. But they will remember, my family, my friends. Maybe I just don't want to be remembered as a bad thing, something that leaves scars. And I've left so many already... Maybe I've mixed up wanting to be remembered with wanting to still be alive and form new memories, good memories, shared memories, with the ones I love. Maybe I just care too much not to ask for forgiveness, in a futile attempt to right all my wrongs.
Or maybe it's something way more superficial and selfish - the petty and stupid need to have a good reputation. As if I can magically flip the script on my insignificant life with speaking up about how sorry I am I wasn't different.