curious ramblings about not being here

I often find myself wondering what will happen and how people will react when I die.
I'm not afraid to die. I don't want to, but I'm not afraid to, I just don't see myself living to be grown.
Maybe it's just b/c I can't possibly imagine how things will be. idk. but I just cant picture myself living in the future, but I'm not exactly picturing myself dying, either.
I just wonder what will happen to everything when I'm gone. My notebooks, my journals. Who will see what. I'm not worried so much about what people will see/read, but what they won't read.
The only way my writings, and such, can get in the "wrong hands" (after I'm dead that is) is if it's all put away and no one sees it. When I'm gone, It's free game. I want people who know me to be able to know about me and know what I thought about them.