If I died today I would leave behind about seven journals covering almost every day of my life for ten years...

1. Dislike the furry community
2. Am a therian now
3. Fursona was not a dragon, am a dragon now, have no use for fursona

And yet, nobody is going to read them ever.
Because, let's be honest here, what kind of human, sentient being or God gives a fuck about what a loser like you has to offer?

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the porn is based though, yeah?

I guess because there is a cure for Down Syndrome now.

>Autism Speaks
Zoophilia is a sandnigger fetish

I wish I was dying so I could give up on the rat race and do what I want for a time.

OP, dont listen to those people who say that your writings are worthless. If you ever happen to have a semblance of family or just even ONE friend you hold dear, chances are they will come across it and there will be new insights that they would have never known about you, feelings from you that they will resonate with & hold inside their hearts and help them survive this wretched life until they pass on as well, and those lessons and insights they have learned from your inner workings they will in some form or another teach someone else down the line, and if nothing else OP you are doing it for yourself. The Meditations from Marcus Arelius was never meant to be read, he wanted it burned when he died because he thought nobody would want/need to read it, now think about that. You may not be a great influential man of your time like he was but you still share wisdom from a period not many persons right now are alive to experience, including some of your future family members that may see it when you perish. Everything gets lost into the ether eventually, but I promise you the people closest to you will carry you forward if you are a good man and have done good on this earth. Keep writing.

as for me, I am a failed songwriter who has released several albums & a couple of songs into the void, eventually when I pass my family will see the enormous amounts of books I wrote in compiled with ideas that I never managed to complete, and failed songs on hard drives I was too embarrassed to show. I also have a journal as well but I wouldn't want anyone to read it.

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Funny you ask. I've just recently completed my last will and testament. Other than that document itself, my four journals written between 2006 and the present, and the private letters I wrote to each person in my immediate family to be read upon my death, I left hard copies of a handful of my writings:
>my reflections before, during, and after my mother's death five years ago
>my essay about the sinister developments in technology
>my two essays defending and then abandoning atheism in my youth
>a letter I wrote to my father during my mother's terminal illness
>a "memoir" about my hitchhiking trip through the Pacific Northwest
>my "memoir" about tackling my alcoholism in 2018
>three short stories
>two rough novel outlines