Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I do my gaze once again in the blue sky, feeling lonely. I wonder if this is a bad habit, or if it means one of those illnesses that I can't heal.

Uh, what would I be doing on the bench if I did? Come on. You must have been in a strange gaze. Ha, unfortunately the ultimate me, well, well, isn't it?

What does it mean to be using your head badly for something you don't know very well on your own like this? Just repeat the hard, just bitter, worthless streak. I shall stand on the bench and go to Master Calcirust, no. I repeated what a no-value task it was to sit back and say it was bad. It doesn't make sense.