Remember Me.

well the entire thing is about how I don't want you to "remember" me, but you get it.

Mar 10, 2026

Fucking weird how as soon as you hit 21 and start noticing the patterns of abuse exploited by your parents, the two questions which enter your head are: how do you want to die and how do you want to be remembered.

Personally, I don’t think I can ever actually fuck with the fairy tale dream of yours to be the reason your ex never finds love in her life or emo fuckery about how everyone around you should be sad because of your death.

I hope I am forgotten.

I do not want to be remembered, I want to be recalled. I do not want to stay in your head, I want to exist in tiny stimuli in your immediate environment. I hope I exist in your head in fragments instead of a collection.

I hope a weird fucking absolute ass joke hits you with my face.
I hope you remember me whenever you cross the cafe I spend my 9 hours in.
I hope you see me in the lilies you get for your birthday.
I hope I add more reasons to your tear-jerking listening session of Cobain’s Montage of Heck.

I hope you remember me when someone cracks a shit joke around you.
I hope you remember me by the cigarettes that are scorching my lungs with every puff.
I hope your dealer asks for a reference and you tell him my name.
I hope I’m there whenever someone makes fun of your grown ass still using perfect rolls.

I hope you see me in fizzed out beers.
I hope you see me in funky jewellery which is clearly made for women.
I hope that horribly big t shirt makes you think about how it also looked ass on me.

I hope you remember me whenever you see the penguin heading to the mountains video.
I hope ‘Because the Internet’ by Gambino reminds you of me knowing every lyric.
I hope to be there every time someone is fucking you up in FIFA.

I hope you miss me by my books.
I hope you miss my daily sketches.

I hope you find me, I hope I am not present.

I hope to be remembered in your first bites of Maska Bun.
I hope to be remembered whenever you meet Sanjay riding around Delhi.

I hope to be remembered by my shitty writing.
I hope to be remembered by my horrible rhyme schemes.

I hope to be remembered when someone says “sala commie” around you.
I hope to be remembered around the boring fucks who are trying to make you move on from me.

I hope I am missed.
I hope you do not think about me.