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I left the house for recreation, the first time ever. I don't know why, I just did.

I went to a coffee shop. I worry about spending money, I don't want to be broke, it terrifies me. But I spent five dollars. It was a sweet iced coffee.

God the sugar, what am I buying?!?! Dammit, I'm having a panic attack.

Just focus on getting out!

I feel even worse. The barista smiled at me. He bowed at me. He doesn't need to waste his energy on me. I'm nothing.

Get out! I screamed at myself.

I exited the shop and cautiously sip on the drink. I feel too awful to finish it. I dump it in a trash bin and return home.

I need to counter the fun. I need to punish myself for existing. I need to hurt. I can't have fun. Why'd I go out?