Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I was conscious of how good it would be to have such a rude day, even though I thought we would be in vain, and I seemed to have become a princess captured in a streetlight prison, genuinely worried that the mist of anxiety might begin to set in around, breaking the limits of anxiety, twisting the laws of the universe, and feeling like a puppet to be bewitched. A day of just stepping on cobblestones, well, I should have said there was a lot going on, but the chemical change of grief shouldn't wait, it pushes me endlessly evil and beats me to despair.