2 a.m., where do I begin?Crying off my face again

Sunggyu was a normal man. He wasn't rich, he wasn't poor. He was a college teacher, even thought he was just 30, he had a normal car, he had a normal house and he had a normal life. Since he could remember he had been alone or with a very, very strict group of friends. Usually people would see him as boring and cold, but in reality he was just missunderstood. He didn't mind to be alone. He liked the piece and quiert. He liked to