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I went out out, it was pants. Social life + anxiety = shit (not literally)

So I had a date in my diary for going out out. A proper grown up night out on the tiles, alcohol and heels, pre arranged auntie to monster sit, painted my nails and bought cheap jewellery and EVERYTHING! Perfecto!  Monster in bed, make up on my face, hair spray in my hair, high heels… Continue reading I went out out, it was pants. Social life + anxiety = shit (not literally)