Being forced to go to the convention

Everytime I think about convention time I feel like curling up and dying. Everytime I enter that building a piece of me dies. It’s to the point where I’m planning on how to injure myself so I’d have an excuse on how to get out of it. Why the hell would anyone willingly want to waste how many hours of their life in a cold building listening to monotone voiced person to talk about bs. I wish I had a way out of it honestly.