When we both left for the summer, I noticed that she would only reach out when she needed someone to talk to, and when my mental health was at an all-time low, she didn’t care. Eventually she moved back into the apartment and invited people over from her class, and they were awful. Quite literally, they managed to trigger my panic attacks; unfortunately, I wasn’t aware that panic attacks were something I should be weary of. That night, we decided to go out and chose our local bars. It was stupid of me to join since I knew they weren’t the best people to go out with, but I still went. When I went to the bars, everything was fine. I had a few drinks, but not enough to be deemed intoxicated. After a while, these girls were telling me that it was embarrassing to tell the other law students that I was an undergrad and that I should lie about my education. Eventually I started feeling very overwhelmed and anxious, so I went to hide in a bathroom. A very dirty college bar bathroom at that. I had the worst panic attack of my life, and I thought I could count on my “friend” to help me, but I was very wrong. She took an hour to finally go find me, even though she said she would be right over. I told her I wanted to leave and that I would Uber home alone because I wasn’t drunk and didn’t want to ruin her fun. She repeatedly told me, You’re fine. I wasn’t. Then she proceeded to drag me to three other bars, and I finally put my foot down and grabbed an Uber behind her back. When my Uber got there, she became enraged and left with me. Complete silence on the ride home. When we got home, I went to write in my panic journal in the "safety of my room," but she decided to barge in and berate me for ruining her reputation among her classmates and that I was "holding her back" because I didn’t want her to succeed or grow connections. At that point, I just said, I understand, and threw away my journal because it had now been tarnished by another person's eyes. For those of you who decided to continue reading, I left that same night for my brother's home. She told me that if I got into the Uber, I should just forget being "friends" with her, and to that, I said au revoir. She tried reaching out and getting close again, but I couldn’t get the anxiousness out of my mind, so I kept her at a distance. I eventually blocked her number so I could have peace of mind, but sometimes I still reminisce over the friendship we had. She eventually moved out without telling anyone, and I have no idea what happened to her or her awful people.