How would you feel that by the end of the day, your life ends, too? Would you feel sad? pathetic? sorry? or something else? I, for one has gotte

My life was good in London. I lived in a apartment Dad bought me. My best friends we're annoying but I loved them. But it seems like Dad thinks that I'll be happy if he gets married to the mother of the person who bullies me and go back  to Korea.