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."