Sinopsis

Some of my grim past is as pitch black as the leather jacket I wear. My anger, anguish, standoffishness, boldness, indifference, initiative, fervor, ion, confusion, and rudeness all envelope my every sense of being; it is the coat that I wear. It is also the coat that she found so comforting. She was charmed by it, how I just said what was on my mind and went after what I wanted without the slightest bit of inhibition. It is stifling how the very thing that brought me such immense joy was also what took it away in a flash