We have to look into ourselves to answer the questions that often have us go insane. Insanity can be brief, like five minutes. You don't have to become a murderous fiend or do anything that will end you in the Daily Mail, although I'm sure it would make a good headline, to shift free papers, to be read on tube journeys. If I don't investigate the stuff that happens in my life then it grows like a nasty fungus that gets all itchy. Not fun. Lack of investigation has lead me to drinking, drugging and shagging people that weren't worth my time otherwise. I journey to make sense of all the generic lines I've been fed. Before generics there were brands that were costly and we accepted the brands as being the best so therefore treated them differently. Generics are easily accessed and if you don't like the generic I'm feeding you, then you don't have to wait long for another generic to come, because it inevitably will. That's not to say that I will be feeding you substandard nosh. No that's not what a generic is. Its just without a brand. It should make you question whether or not you need a brand that's all. But this isn't what this is all about. The above is a rant nothing more and nothing less, unless of course it resonates with you in such a way then you should feel free to tell me about it. Please carry on reading the other parts to Twelve Steps because this is only the beginning to engage you.

Jasmin is 16 years old and her mother has died six weeks ago from Breast Cancer. After the funeral she attempts suicide. After two weeks in a psych ward her stepfather agrees its best she lives with her Great Aunt Genevive, an old hippy she hardly knows that makes good chicken soup. Jasmin gets a new start in life but clings onto the past scared to let go of her mother in case she forgets. How can she enjoy her new life with a broken heart?

All Tanzanite ever wanted is to feel as though she belonged and that's exactly what she had. She had everything; the perfect group of friends, her best friend Jay and with Hannah nothing is ever boring. Her mother loved her beyond your imagination and the she had that one person that was stable in her life. But then, slowly things begin to change: her best friend pays more attnetion to his girl friend than her, her mother is living her own fairy tale with her perfect boyfriend and that one stable person... well what happens when he's not there anymore? P.S - I drew the cover myself (hehe, proud of this drawing).

She works as a call reciever for the suicide hotline. One day she gets a call from a boy in need of immediate assistance. Breaking code, she leaves her station to go and look for him. He only hints as to where he is, leaving her to use the clues to find his location. Will she be able to find him in time? What if he turns out to be more important to her than she ever imagined? But, what if she only meets a body?