Well... Things would be spoken that could hurt...

If I were to die, -knock on wood- people would probably say a lot of things about me. They might mention my love of writing, my obsession with wolves, or they might never have liked me, and talk about the bad things in my life, like once again my -probably unhealthy- obsession with wolves, and probably the fact that I was extremely moody. 1

I can't tell if my friends would stand by my memory, and stand up for me if other's pointed out my problems, can't say if they would be like; "Hey! She's may have been this and this but she was still a good friend!" or if they'll show their true color's when I'm gone, and say stuff like; "Yeah you're right, she is too depressing!" I don't know, and I don't know, if I'll ever know. 2

Things said, may have been hurtful if I was still around, but somethings may actually be nice, like "She was a good writer" or "She was a good friend..." 3

Either way, things will be said, good or bad, loved, or hated, I may here them, I may not. But I don't care to think about that know, live while I'm still young, and pray my friends, and family will think kindly of me when I go.