What if..

i were to die tomorrow. This was the thought I have been pondering all day since art. It has been on my mind since art because I was telling my friend that my stomach problem has returned and he said I should get it checked because he knows stomach cancer runs in my family. But, honestly, I'm too scared to go to the doctor to get a check up. I've come to realize that people who go to the doctor and find out bad news don't get better, it always gets worse, at least that's how it was for everyone I knew. I need someone to help me through this, someone to go to the doctors with me and hold my hand. Someone to remind me that I'll be ok, even if the outcome says differently. I personally don't think anything is wrong with me, but recently I have been convinced differently.

I can't imagine a world without me, how would the people I see and talk to everyday of my life be effected? How would the people that know me be effected? Would many people miss me, or would they miss me for a while and soon forget me? There are many unanswered questions. I just hope that someone out there will always miss me, someone that truely cares about me.