Ok so I've gone from having a full panic attack to serious depression. Generally I don't leave my house much. I might go outside 2 or a 3 times a week, but normally not for more than an hour or two at a time. Most of time it's 20 minutes, just long enough to go to a store and back.

I hate dealing with people in the real world. I'm just tired of the weird looks I get or people laughing at me when I walk by. Sometimes people point, so I know they are saying something about me. Today I went out, I just wanted a damn burrito. I walk into the burrito place and two of the workers look at me then look at each other, start laughing and then look at me. What I am supposed to think? If it wasn't for the fact that I hadn't eaten all day and I was starving, I would have walked out.

Everytime I feel like I'm ready to start being more social and at least try to get better. Something small like this happens and it makes me so scared and that people are going to hate me.