WHY IS IT?
Why is it that some people get themselves in so much shit and still come out smelling like roses?
Why is it when I get frustrated I just feel like I want to cry?
Why is it that I am such a workaholic? Is it because I love my job or because I want people to be proud of my accomplishments?
Why is it one year later I still remember how I felt when they told me she died in a fire?
And I check my house 3 times before leaving every day.
I wonder if I will ever get of that fear of fire?