This is not a villain. This is not a fallen angel. This is you—sipping an expensive coffee on a Tuesday morning just because it sparks joy. This is your best friend who ended a toxic family tradition to save her own peace. This is the artist who stopped painting for the market and started painting for the grave.
The confession is different now: "Forgive me, world, for I have chosen myself." new sweet sinner
So, go ahead. Take the last slice of cake. Book the solo trip. Say the scary thing. Change your mind. This is not a villain