Lost Blankie: A Panic Attack Story from Tennessee

I’m having an actual panic attack right now.
You guys are gonna fucking kill me.
I left my fucking blankie in Tennessee.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Nobody’s there anymore. My blankie’s gone.
I’m fucked. I’m never.
Oh, my god!
See, this one’s my fault
because how the fuck did I not learn my lesson from Korea?
Idiot!
I’m so.
Oh, what do I fucking do?
I just realized this about 1 minute ago.
So the real panic and devastation has not kicked in yet.