As the songbirds of the freshly bloomed spring

I used to care too fervently about looking fabulous and absolutely stunning.
I would waste my precious time away by dolling myself up with my prized makeup,
ensure that my hair is prim and proper in tandem, dress to the nines and impress the world.

I do not bother anymore. Not as much as I used to.
Perhaps I should.
hahahaha, that is what pleases me anyway.

Is that all to my life?
How superficial, and that actually makes me cheerful.
LOL. Laugh, whatevs.

This is the desolate impact modeling has on impressionable little girls.

Gosh, I do miss those days.

Oh, I gained weight. I have a importunate need to run!
I am compelled to do so.
YILING, YOU CAN DO IT.
YOU ARE AWESOME.

I desperately yearn for the days when I was actually light.
I consume food like a bottomless pit.

I smile at random guys.

I get tickled by things that are remotely hilarious.
hahahahhahha.

Stupendous is now my favourite word.

I realise that my sentences are not related to each other. My train of thoughts is seemingly unusual and positively incoherent.
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Stop playing the part of a bimbo.
You should lengthen your skirt and let it sweep the dull grounds of the school campus.
How ideal.

Yiling is ecstatic.
Yiling is in a state of euphoria.

Now to halt the erratic mood swings!

Joyous days are over, back to reality! :D
Formulate an up-to-date method of prolonged elation and I will be pleased. (:

You are the apotheosis of the dream most girls can only have on the sly.
And You is no one.

As You does not exist. (:
Okay thanks bye.