The one night that I decided to go out, everything goes terribly wrong. I…and my own family, didn’t realize how bad my anxiety really was. I lost all of my shit; keys, bank card, cell phone, college id, permit, makeup, and my entire Gucci clutch (which was my moms).

All of things are replaceable, but I never freaked out that bad before. All I could think about was how my parents were going react and how I’m a disappointment and not perfect and all this shit. I got so sick…and I wasn’t even drunk enough to get physically ill. Only once was I so nervous I threw-up. I’m 21 years old and my parents have shelter me so much…I can’t even live. I’m put on a pedestal stool to be perfect…so when I mess up, it’s like the world ends. There’s so much pressure and all this crap.

I feel bad because I was having some fun in the beginning of my night and if I didn’t lose my stuff it would of been ok. I met some pretty cute guys lol.

But after a long talk with my parents, I’m in the process of replacing everything I’ve lost…I’m feel much better than I did last night. I’ve never been that hysterical before. Also it makes me appreciate all the nights I just stayed in with my Netflixs and wine.