And I don't want to go anywhere. We made these plans the day before last and I was excited this morning for it, smiling and everything. Yet, I'm sitting in my bedroom telling my fiance that I'm reading whenever he asks me if we're going to get moving. My anxiety got up so high earlier when I left my room and people were over and I got in my car and drove 'til they left. The idea of going somewhere is making me both shakey and tired. I think I'm letting my fiance down, again. I always do this; make plans only to cancel last minute. I don't know why he puts up with this crap.