Finally leaving for the webcomic convention. I'm not sure how this will play out, but given my social anxiety it is likely I will either throw up on one of the guest artists or I will freak out and run out of the building screaming bloody murder... and possibly committing a bloody murder. This is why we can't go to nice places.

In hindsight... I think I'd describe the experience as depressing, disappointing and it was all my fault. It made me feel like I will never make a single friend in the aria. That I wont feel welcome even in a place that is catered to my likes and that I am the most socially inadequate and lonely person on the planet. Why do I ever leave the house?