I am afraid to talk to her.
I am afraid to tell her of my fears.
I know that she enjoys going out and spending time with people but I have a hard time doing that.
Anxiety overrules enjoyment. I don't like large groups of people. Especially when I don't know them.
I might feel comfortable if I am already with a group of people I am comfortable with.
Agoraphobia. . . I hate it. I hate the way it makes me feel. I hate its effects on other people. Especially those I am in relationships with.
But at the same time, I am afraid to talk about it.
It is like admitting that I have a weakness. I don't like having a weakness. It is like admiting that I am not the pinnacle of perfection as I know it. It isn't an ego thing, it is just. . . I don't know.
Maybe it is just pride. I don't know. Mostly, I guess, it is fear.
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