Everyday I go to work, and I go home. Most days someone tells me they are going to do something, I know they are because most days they don't. But, I don't say anything. Life is short. Why make someone feel bad? Life is short. I plan. Why? Because life is short. I have no credit cards and make sure others know what I know. Why? Because life is short. I tell those that I love that I love them. Why? Because life is short. And when I feel things make no since and when I am really trying to help you, I try. Why? Because life is short. Because life is way too short. I spend most of my time alone, because.... If only those around me understood.