I had to go to a psychiatrist but I fell twice on the sidewalk when there are only 50 meters to go to the bus stop. I was afraid of having to trudge like this at the subway exit Montreuil so I turned around and went back home. Yet last week I did not go either because there was no bus. But here, I would have had my bus, if I wanted. In short, I am ashamed of myself, all I needed to go back because I have olfactory hallucinations (twice in the week, whenever I was in contact with water, it was a burning smell) and hearing (yesterday the people who spoke to me sounded like a radio 50s)
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