No! That's something bad. Grr... The answer was I live a life devoid of any fun. Not exactly bad, but boring as heck, and I don't even get to spend it.
Also, your car leaks gasoline, and then explodes.
Edit: Oh, um, okay, Granted, but your favorite alleys shut down.
I wish I could Apparate.
man hands on misery to man it deepens like a coastal shelf get out as early as you can and don’t have any kids yourself.
Granted, but then you'd find out it's the hardest one and you think it's impossible to do so you start hyperventalating and pass out and by the time you wake up you've missed the deadline.
I wish my little brother would dissapear.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. ~Lord Byron
In the winter months, gale storms in Svalbard can reach wind speeds of 130 km/h. Accompanied by or following snowfall, such storms can reduce visibility dramatically, more so in the winter months of the polar night. During these storms, travel is not advised. — The Documentarian