Empress

Empresses

I used to keep a traditional diary. An amazing one and I still have them lying in my wardrodes. That was before electronic diaries came alive. My old diaries were super encoded type as they were all lingos no one understands. They contain all my deepest and darkest serious big deal secrets of my life. One of the things I wrote was as below. Name empresses.

Empress fanantic. Yeh, I am. Empress fanantic. Blubbering on of that american big foot. I am even better than creating vocabs that Miss Shingz and Boomz. Let me highlight all my lingos. I was at the 8 legged before the flying came. We were at Macdonalds on the centre pavements walking home after adidas.

We saw the pointed tail on the drain shitting away. I was laughing away at his adorable madness. He is the Salochin with the stone chairs as he was gnissik vibes.

I was sad each time hcae emit eh sms me. Gighton si gniog ot emoc tuo fo ti. Ynam semit I sdnatsrednu ti yrev llew. They are all in this language.

I flipped through my old diaries. And I went back to memory lane and remembers, recalled every single thing I wrote.

But an autistic child can read what I am writing.

Many 1 or 2 very close friends will understand what I am writing. Just maybe.

The rest of my old diaries are all encoded, therefore I'm never afraid to have them lying around. My bfs sees it, they sees it, anyway they dont understands what am I writing as well. Interesting right?

Try reading this:

Uohc, yllaer sevol uoy os ylizarc hcum, Ll'i reven evig uoypu, reven! Soc er'uoy reven elbagnahcxe. Neve llit eht yad ll'i hcaer ega 80 ll'i llits dloh siht tnevref eveileb. Ll'i taiw rof Dog ot gnirb uoy kcab ni elohw. Sevol ouy, nehw I dias erverof it yllaer snaem reverof.

Good night.