I’m fading now. Fading away no matter how much I freaking fight it. I’m fighting like hell to hold on. But it’s getting harder and harder with each damn day. Soon, I’ll be gone; leaving nothing behind that even resembles who I am. It’s killing me to know what my future holds, and I’m going to admit it, I’m scared beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.
So remember me as I was, and not for what I’ll become.
Remember how I lived, not how I’ll die.
Remember me this way.
That’s all I ask.