This is the farthest I’ve gone out yesterday: a step away from my apartment door.
I can’t always point my finger at Depression whenever I fail to accomplish something. I shouldn’t point my finger at Depression for failing to accomplish something.
Oh, no, no. Sometimes it’s bad timing. Like having a bad case of dysmenorrhea at the beginning of the month you’ve promised yourself that you’ll constantly summon a patronus charm and not let the Dementors get to you.
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