Crippling anxiety strikes again.
I'm here sitting on a bench, typing this away while my aunts, grandmother and my guardian are taking some kinda spa session. My guardian gave me some money for me to use to buy breakfast, but because of my situational crippling anxiety, I don't wanna.
Last night, we went to my aunt's cousin's wedding, and it was raining hard.
I would've appreciated bringing my jacket if it wasn't deemed 'inapropriate to wear on weddings'.
Anyway, my anxiety kicked in and I'm not sure what to do. But I'm hungry and I need to eat something.
Pray to God I don't screw this up.
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