Star origin year 07.
It was a sunny Sunday with negative three stars in her mood.
There was only one week left in March, and it was another month of being locked up at home as an endangered protected animal.
I still can't understand life. I'm so good at fighting and defending. Why don't they treat me as a solo player, but as a weak support healer to take care of TAT?
The rules of survival in the animal world were too difficult to understand, but a brave branch was not afraid of difficulties. When this baby landed steadily, she could return to the Prairie and be a bro flattop to do whatever she wanted.
[ps: this is the fifth month I've been trapped in a cage made of pure gold. Their crazy protection has finally smoothened out the edge of me wanting to run away from home. Everything must be thought positively. Although they restrict me a lot, when I think about it carefully, other than this and that I can't do, I can do everything else!]
