Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I'm raided by the illusion that I wasted my time in an irregular conversation, wasting my time, being outraged by the current state of affairs, which I can't manage to achieve, and trying to disappear upset me, but was even stirred up like I was trapped in prison for a day that I would just repeat for the time being and maybe never end.

The weather is still blue sky, the cobblestone roads are white and everywhere, it's a big city, but it's just an eyesight to go to the library. Oh, it's tough, my heart's better.