May it be

 I think, quite selfishly, that when I die, people will eventually like me.

They'd listen to what I sang or what I had been writing about with vigour and sadness.

Thing is, I find it unfair to wait for so long. 

Anyways, this happened to all the artists I knew, even the lousy ones.

Suddenly, a digital diary pops out, or some scribbles in a notebook, or even voice memos and others say

something like " yeah, she or he was something alright..." 

And even after death, they'd put you in the same basket with a ton of others you can't stand, really.

There's no justice ever, so why bother to search for it. 

This doesn't sadden me in any way 'couse thank God I'd be dead when it happens. 

It's even hopeful in a way...just do and leave stuff, and don't forget to leave your passwords as well.