Villainess's Sweet Everyday

Something meaningful and legal is working, and with that effect, you're locked up in jail for a day. Continue to think with discomfort about the shaking of the bus. The snoring is loud. Thought activity stagnates. Crossing the aisle, the soldiers in the adjacent seat are slowly resting on their happiness in sleep. What should we do now? I felt disgusted with the tin's selfishness. If it was more tender, wouldn't you be aware of this kind of thing?

"Ah, how long will I be in this distorted world?"

I don't feel welcome in this world, resent the unique world view and am not asymmetric. Is there no place of rest? I wonder if it is impossible to fly on my feet. I wish I could handle it.