And because we are all entitled to voice out our opinion, I listed the 13 reasons why I don’t understand all the hate.
So thank you, J.K. Rowling, for saving me from real-life Dementors when they kissed my soul and sucked all the happiness out of me.
Depression is an illness just like how cancer is an illness. Like a fluid released from a ruptured cyst, it will permeate your brain until you can no longer take the pain. You won’t know when it’ll hit you and when it does, there’s no escape.