Control

...a self analysis So this is all there will be from now on, since I've made up my mind to depart; no more TV, no talking, no people, no fun, no more girlfriends who play with my heart. I'm a timid and tremulous creature, always wearing my soul on my sleeve; I can't for the life of me step on a bug but I simply don't know how to leave; how to leave things behind when they're done, how to let go a friendship that's dead, not to disinter love when it's all in my mind, and take charge of my own life instead. It's all just a question of balance, why must I suffer such pain? if I see life as good judgment, good sense, then I'll get my control back again!