Me: Oh my God dude, today's the last day of my vacation and I've gone far from being panicky. I can't handle it anymore. That don't-give-a-shit technique you've given me bro is not even working! Not at all.
Imaginary You: Yeah right dude. Now why don't ya go and see a specialist? You look like a mess! You might be probably losing your sanity.
Me: Fuck you! Be serious dude.
Imaginary You: The hell I am. Oh! Bloody hell dude, I think you've got that going-back-to-muggle-school paranoia like a son of a bitch.
Me: Merlin's beard! (I passed out.)