Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Tan Tan. Repeat on the brain marrow even in songs. They are screwed up in an endless day. When will it be possible to regress to the general routine? Good smell of vegetable curry...... not, but spit. But I don't. Oh, I don't think I'll wake up like a dream.

From an entirely old thought circuit. Looks like the indignation is crying out. I put my arm on the table and nodded my face there. Bumped my leg. I think I became a kindergartner. Ah, I'm hungry. Is that it? My stomach is feeling... Stomach pain coming from stress, I guess. Just hunger?

I don't have any stomach medication... I don't know what to do.