Time will pass. I hope to marry, though of course I would never tell. And more time will pass. And I hope to get through college. Years will go by. I hope I will quit my job, and die happy. I hope people will forget about me.

But all of that is unrealistic.

I may marry, but it may end. I'm not the most likeable person. And college life may not treat me well. I may not even get in. And I will be poor, a slave until death. I will not die happy, I bring too many misfortunes upon myself. I make too many mistakes.

But people will forget.