I’m agoraphobic as fuck. A thing I mention rarely. Agoraphobia. I’m afraid in open spaces. Not of people. It’s a PTSD thing. Home is safe. Hotels are safe. Work is safe. Inside the car is safe. What happens is I get into town and I panic; I need to be home. It’s debilitating because it makes for a shit social life. Especially because I haven’t actually told more than two of my friends about this problem. So people get mad at me because I make plans to go somewhere and always cancel. I mean to go when I make the plan, I want to go. But when it comes time to go, I panic and find a white lie for
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