Keep Your Eyes on Her

Control is a funny thing. Just when you think you've finally lost it. Boom! You get your backbone back and begin to set to rights the things you've let go wrong. And it's almost like it's an instant shot of courage to the soul. To look at yourself and say, "Now isn't it about time we got this fixed?"

And I'm in mid-fix. Because fuck it, it's more than about time I got with the program. No more running with sharp objects or from sharp objects or towards things that offer no more comfort than a cold cup of coffee and a two day old doughnut.

I want more than some made up half-life. I want - what's the word?

EVERYTHING!