I’m standing in a nightclub right now with three of my friends and it’s an absolute nightmare. My anxiety is eating me up and I’d rather die than stay here another second. Harry thought it would be nice to do something outside the house again so when my friends asked me to go out with them, I said yes. I hate myself so much for not being able to do normal stuff that you’re supposed to do in your twenties. I tell my friends I feel sick and uber back home. I hope Harry’s sleeping already so I don’t have to explain.