Prologue
" Mr. Blake, yes."
" Yes, doctor."
" Please, just because I have a P.H.D it doesn't mean you have to call me doctor. I'm just your therapist. Now before we begin is there things you would like to tell me about yourself?"
" Well, I have a very shitty life. I work for thirteen hours every day, have no health benefits, and practically sleep at my cubicle because I can' t stand to go to my apartment. I'm still haunted by that day I walked home and saw my girlfriend two-timing with another man in the futon."
" Can you please tell me a little bit about your girlfriend."
" She's a complete and total bitch! Even before she was two timing me she never let me go all the way with her and controlled every aspect of my fuckin' life."
" I would ask that you keep your harsh language to a minimum. Could you tell me more, maybe some of the happy moments in your life."
" There is none! It's like I'm the most miserable person alive. When I was born my parents left me in a basket on the streets. A girl police officer found me and took me to his home since I had nowhere else to go. When I was ten he gave me my very first laptop and signed me up for computer programs. I used my computer to hack into the police system and found the names of woman who gave birth on the day I was born. I found my parents."
" Well that sounds nice."
" No it isn't. When I got there they had three other boys much huskier than me. They told me I was a runt and they didn't want any part of me. When I turned fourteen my adopted father was shot by the brother of someone he put away. When I turned Twenty I already failed my entrance exam to college two times. Now I'm twenty seven years old. I'm so lonely, I feel like I'm going to crack, It feels like if I had A gun I'd just shot myself to put me out of my own misery."
" I'm sure lot's of people think that way. You should just focus on the good things of your life. Just focus on the good things."
