I felt sick the entire morning. Not because I was ill, but because of my anxiety. I was dreading the feeling of a panic/anxiety attack. Anyways, I physically could not go. I cried before leaving, it got really bad. once I was there, it was horrible. I don’t think I’ve ever had a worse panic attack than this. my friend ended up taking me back home. I was so upset with myself but at the same time I felt relief from not having to go. I know I shouldn’t have avoided it, but i couldn’t help it. Now, I still feel anxious. I don’t know how I’m gonna do it tomorrow. Oh well.