Somehow I ended up asleep. And patch put an arm around me. I drove to her place, threw open the door, and began my rant. My name…well…let’s call me Kincaid. I completely lost it and was seething with anger. Patch noticed ny Facebook and Twitter blowing up. A friend of mine, let’s call her patch, kept telling me that a therapist who was that hard on a person was doing their job wrong and that I should stop seeing him. I was happy to find out that patch went back to another school which was a few blocks from mine. Anyway, on with this story… How could any one person be such a fucking selfish pig?!” I shouted, wanting to punch a wall. I have brown hair and grey eyes. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. She’s a complete tomboy through and through and as a friend, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I believe that marrige and relationships only depend on one true factor: love.
