Losing London was always the hardest part of my life to date. I’ve gotten into fights, lost friends and have broken up—multiple times of each. I’m sure for anyone else—anyone ‘normal’—all of those things would have left scars on the mind. For me it was nothing; I brushed it off. But London? That left deep trenches; something I could never recover from. And I had nobody to blame. “It will be good for you,” my dad said then. “Did you know that studies have shown that having a cat has a positive effect on an overworked person?” There he went again, dangling the word studies… in my face. M, M, M