Series of bad decisions- not all of them made by my brains, but some of them- resulting in two dead lovers- one I had to shoot myself, breaking up my family because I had to refuse to save my brother when he nearly died and I couldn't tell anyone why, scaring my friends and forcing them to adapt their lives around my needs, losing my life goals and dreams? It doesn't seem like long enough.

[ She takes a drink of the booze before her, downing basically the whole thing. ]

But I make it work, as long as I can find some way to give back. Everglade reminds me of what I could become if I don't stick to that.