Today at work my boss tells me "when you going to find someone, life is short". Thanks for the words boss. Im sure he didnt mean to be a jerk when he said it. But it hurt inside me, the words in my head. That tells me that I will perhaps be gone sometime early next year. Perhaps when I least expect it. Maybe if I dont kill myself, something like a car accident will get it. After my trip to Vegas, I expect my last days. Im not getting whats due in life and I want to leave.