I'm 18, just graduated high school, &amp; community college is starting up in a couple of days. 
Like everything else, college (my decision to opt for community college) is an avenue I've managed to fall behind near everyone in my comparable age range. I don't have my driver's license, I've never had a job, I don't have any lasting friendships, etc.. I technically wrote applications for several colleges but was too afraid to broach the subject w/ my parents, which is similarly the situation w.r.t. driving (I'm not scared of driving, but rather the initiative it'd take to get me there). I shot a text to my mom recently and we went and renewed my learner's permit so that I could practice &amp; get my license (possibly) soon. 
The text was sent a few weeks ago and reminded me how bleak my trajectory is. I couldn't bring up the subject to my mom in person, so how would I take the initiative in a multiplicity of much more high stakes &amp; inevitable social communications that would be required of me in the future? The text sounds simple, &amp; in fact was, being around 2 sentences, but I spent around an hour of drafting (trying to hit just the 'right' balance of formal and informal) &amp; muted text messages for the rest of the night. 
Because I don't drive, it was convenient that the community college I go to is the one my mom teaches at. She took me to go pick up my semester's textbooks from the college's bookstore. I walked in, a guy asked what I was there for, I managed to articulate a clear sentence..yada yada, then I was ushered towards a register where I was to buy the books. All these books would've been covered w/ financial aid. Lady at the cash register asks me a question, didn't hear .. I say 'what' a couple notches too loudly, then she tells me I'm not registered in their system. I was - clearly something was wrong - but I didn't push further. She then asks for my credit card, I fain that I left it in my mom's car, then tell her I'll be back quickly. Instead I just hide out on a bathroom for around 10 minutes thinking how pathetic what I just did was. Eventually I explained the situation to my mom, who was there, &amp; she went and sorted out the situation *for me*. Like, I was completely coddled. And it feels nonsensical and pathetic to even type out. 
For a few weeks I've just been nonstop anxious. Sometimes I just panic, for no reason at all. And I know this will never improve because I know I'll never build up the courage to take the steps to get on meds or access therapy or anything like that. These feelings while I'm making such baby steps in life has made me think.. pretty reasonably..that I'm not compatible with this world. This whole thing sounds pretty melodramatic, &amp; it is. I suppose I just felt jotting it down in a public space might make college's start (which shouldn't be difficult at all..my course-load is relatively light) more manageable. Sorry for the verbosity.