I'm terrified that one day I will be forgotten. That all the friends that meant so much to me will move on and forget about our memories. Life is a blessing and a curse, and I don't enjoy it either way. I am here in the now and I will exist as I write this, but as the hours and days move forward I will be forgotten... and that is the most terrifying thing about being alive. That I won't make enough of a difference to be remembered.