Having massive anxiety attacks about situations/conversations that probably will never happen and what people think of me when really I know I shouldn’t give a fuck
:*( I’m going to vomit
I was sat at the same dinner table as Imogen Heap last night. She was lovely but probably thought I was proper weird staring at her longingly for most of the night. She’s beautiful! If I can’t handle that, I’m going to be a gibbering wreck at the Amanda Palmer party…. eeeek!