I’d not ever intended to be so uncouth; has the roster of the unappreciative garnered one, or ’ave I always been so out-of-line?
Likely the latter.
Love of the goddess aesthetic my seeming liability, where I thought should be strength. My unseemliness surely draws fortitude from some other flaw; count the myriad conspiring suspects.
I’ve been brought staggeringly low, by my naive foolishness.
Can say not that I’m surprised, but certainly tired. If I wrote this story to see everything be so comprehensively laid amiss; I’ll be having stark words myself-with, once ’t’all claims me.
Feels it likely shall be soon, should my pride-bound fortunes not shift in favour. Though I’ve been educated to know better.
Eva save me from this aught. I seem not capable of extracating myself.