oh the suffering.
oh the stars.
will the little grown woman ever cease to cry?
all your fault will you ever realize. you disappoint others what about their image their eyes, their energy and time?
you are just the mere result of them.
make them proud.
will you?
will you?
wi
dairy of a lady.
entry, 1.
i have not much to really go off to type about, it is another day in another rushed life. what is there to be?
i have no idea really.
pressures pressures it's all i hear and comes out of my ears. it's gonna kill me one day i repeat myself.
embers of eternality.
bask in my own pain and suffering caused by rushing myself through waters where i know i performed better.
examples of hurry and enoughness utilized to torture myself into performing like a superstar.
i am no creation of perfection.
i hate running.
salutations world! or. whatever there is left of it.
it's swirlee, using an account that was gonna be meant for fan art of multiple parody accounts.
this is me announcing my formal retirement from parody twitter itself. i have had a lot of fun times being here.
however.
and lastly.
thanks to you the person who kept liking my stuff.
i made a fuzz about numbers once!! but. i am victim of that. the likes were all appreciated. thanks much!!!