Baby Sugar

confiding session

Sorry all:(

Ahir Ahir this I have not been able to up the novel "Sugar baby" Because of my own love problems 😣.

My imagination is a little chaotic (.(.

I'm really sorry.

Here I also want to tell a little story about the romance I actually experienced.

Who wants to read read ajah ngak want Please skip.

It feels funny when I always dream about a love story that is so interesting. Getting a good gentle man.

Honestly, I myself am a pretty rude person in my words.

But deep in my heart is really not as rough as I said.

My feelings are so fragile, I always seem to smile but they are all lies. My heart is not okay. My imagination is more diverse sometimes when I am happy I try to always remember it. Hope to write it down and share a wonderful experience and hope to plant the same happiness in the reader's mind.

But when my heart is broken, I don't want to remember it and I don't want to remember it.

Unlike the various stories that always hopey ending my romance story is quite sad:(.

Often the people I love complain about my shortcomings. Many of the people I care about always look at me a little strange because of my slightly exaggerated imagination.

They always say hurtful words. Therefore I like to be alone and think of many beautiful things that I have never experienced.

It feels like having another world alone. I am free to assume, determine the ending, make the character at will, make the atmosphere at will.

Am I really weird for trying to express what I imagine??.

And again now I understand a little maybe because my romance is quite bad and not as sweet as the drama makes me continue to dream of a story that is so sweet because I hate bad stories as I experience.

The beginning is always sweet and full of impressions but as time goes by slowly everything disappears.

Oh yes, the figure of Eden was inspired by one of my lovers. Call it Si D, he's really innocent and innocent. It's not as handsome as the visual that I draw, but he's really sweet. There was once a funny incident that had happened when the rain fell heavily and the cold was so stinging.

Me and Si D were sheltering in front of a store that was closed because the wind was too strong our clothes were wet. The cunning brain full of my imagination became turbulent aq throw a word "Cold bgt" I really wish he hugged me but nil guys.

With a worried look, D took off the wet jacket and squeezed the jacket to dry a little and asked me to wear it. A really unexpected response.

Si D is really not able to be shot he is really polite even though he is actually a pretty bad boy but yes for men it is a common thing. But fateful she who is so good and innocent died for me for another woman for no reason.

Really sad ending that is unexpected.

How can my heart not be fucked,😣.

All my confiding sessions as Author.

I'll try to up asap😊..

Thanks to the loyal readers "SUGAR BABY" Love you😍

Fto Author who likes to be said to be strange because he likes a smile sending 😄