mypastandmyfuture.

Past,allmist.

Future,sometimesIsiderpningtostudyabroadaftergraduation,andtiodothesameforeveryoneasahappysugarbaby,thensugardy,thensugarmilfinanewenvirowhichthereisnopersonthatknowme.

YesterdayIwasnotocoofy,butmybodyisverybusy,nomorehandshitthekeyboardThetimeformakinglovedoesnotallowmetoleaveforwriting.

IwentoutierdayeveningandthenIcamebaoontoday.

WhenIamonmywayofgback,smokingoreeterwheredidn&039;tbotherpeople.Ifoundthereisamanpassingbymeandlookingatme.Whyyouhavethecelookingatme,butnetoae.

Afewdaysago,Ifoundthatmyathadbeenaddedabankerwardsmyliwokeup.HecalledmeforingoutandsayingthatIwouldbemoldyifIstillstayandhidemyselfinmysmallroom.

IcameoutandstillsawhimontheerofthestreetandIgotintohiscar.Theairditionermakemefeelingabitcold.

"How&039;sgoing?"

"Justsoso."

"Whyhaveyouhideyourselfintheroom?"

"I&039;mwriting."

"Whatweirdpapers?ohandinwhenerstartordidnotfinishtheworkofstschoolyear?"

"No,I&039;mwritingnovel."

"Writenovel?Lovestory?"

"iovels."

"Wow,erotiovels,yettingmoreandmoredifferent.yougivemetoread?"

"Youwillreadittoday."

"Willyouwritemein?"