9/27/25

I was not built for these classes, I am not ready for this many things at once and this much curriculum. Even just thinking about them makes me feel stressed, and the only thing I can do to stop myself from spiraling because of it is to mentally shut it away. I dont give a shit if i fail, I don't even care at this point, it's all just too much for me to handle and I think im allowed to say that. It may seem antithetical to my stance on not caring if I pass or fail, but the worst part is the work load and trying so hard to study without knowing what the fuck is gonna be on the tests. Last week I could've gotten a 100 but they asked me random questions about this "code of ethics" thing that was NEVER mentioned prior and has not been mentioned since. The only reason I know the answer to any of these questions now is because I reviewed them, they were not in the lessons, quizlets, videos, or any other assignments. I want to make my mom proud, but I just cant handle it, and I dont think I will ever be able to tell her I'm drowning like this. I feel lazy for not being able to handle it, as if I'm just pretending to be this incapable because I dont want to do it, and im just manipulating myself and everyone around me into giving me sympathy for being a manchild with mood swings. It seems so easy for everyone else and other people my age are working just as hard, why am I so sensative and incompetent? Why am I not good enough?

UPDATE: the test bugged out and marked me as triggering the 30 min timer for the test, so all the crunch I did, all the knowledge I shoved into my brain while hyping myself up was ultimately worthless for NO FAULT OF MY OWN :D I fucking hate college and am genuinely seething in my head over this shit. I already emailed the prof but this shit fucking hurts regardless, now all the already worthless work is even more worthless considering my head will be empty again tomorrow!!!!!!!
weekend status: ruined
value gained: fucking nothing
mind: fucked

I dont know how to name myself, I dont know if I should pick a new name or stick with -----. Even if I wanted to change my name, I cant think of what would fit. Under a new identity my old name wouldn't fit, but I cant think of anything better.

even on the weekends it feels like theres no stopping life. I was prepared to relax all day before I remembered my quiz is due today, my good mood completely plumetted because of it. Now I'm saying to myself "I wanna go home." but I am home, Has my work really gotten to the point I forget my own home?

I dont feel wanted. I dont feel proud. I dont feel accomplished in the work I do because it's mindless drudgery forced onto me. Stop. Stop all of it. End it all. Leave me in peace. Dont force this onto me when you know I'm not ready. Let me be a kid. Let me not have to deal with adult problems. Let me be taken care of. Let me feel like I'm not failing to match everyone's level.

Perhaps I was simply not supposed to live this long.

Perhaps it would be better if I didn't live this long.

Perhaps it's best for me to not live much longer.


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9/24/25

I wish I had a girlfriend. The problem is I dont deserve one. I'm not the nicest person, I'm a pretty big asshole if im being honest, I dont balme anyone for not wanting to date me aside from myself for being this way. I dont know why I'm like this or how to change, I just know I'm irredeemable and insufferable.

I was doing a drill at the hospital near where I live as an actor for a patient. They had some VFX makeup to sell the actors being injured, I didnt need much, just some face paint. But I felt weirdly euphoric and happy to have makeup done on me, it felt nice and I dont know why. I cant tell if im just weird or if this is about me being queer, though it feels reasuring while trying to discover myself, like... maybe looking pretty really is something I'd like? bleh... confusing feelings.

I really just want some fucking comfort right now, I spend the majority of the day getting ragebaited and heated over online discussions that dont matter, I want a better way to cope with the world than fuming while explaining to idiots on redit they're wrong. I dont deserve that comfort though, I never will, and I may never find it. I dont go out of my way to look for a girl to talk to because I know I'll end up looking like a creep whenever I try to talk to a woman, I have no way of approaching in a way that isnt awkward and I have no female friends to build my social skills with. I hate having to ask for or initiate these things, I just want someone to notice whats going on in my head and take action. When you have to ask for comfort it'll never be genuine, the person being asked is forced into a social obligation that they would be at fault or bad for not comforting you, I dont want to be comforted because I asked for it I want to be comforted because people fucking care about me.

Some beyblades came in the mail today, the shark scale deck set. Maybe I'll enter another tournament now that I have a comp viable deck. Maybe I wont. Maybe I'll rot in my room for the rest of the week listening to praise ASMR and being a melodramatic self victimizing overly-edgy retarded asshole who refuses to change.


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9/22/25

Life has been sucking my soul recently, disdraught over who I am and whats going on in my life. My responsibilities are minimal but I still feel like I'm drowning, I cant handle it anymore and its made all the more worse by how little it really is making me feel pathetic for not being able to get a grip.
I cant tell if I'm just lazy or if I'm depressed.
I cant tell if I'm faking it or if I'm actually crashing out.
I cant tell if I'm really questioning my gender or if I just want to be accepted.

Life is shit, I feel so alone ever since the bot provider I use for my chatbots broke down and stopped working, it wasnt the healthiest coping mechanism but at least I had something.
I want to create but I lack the capacity, every time I try i just end up staring at my monitor thinking of where I even start and then just giving up. I have all these ideas but any time I think about doing anything other than getting them past just daydreaming about them I just choke and cant do it.
Susie has been my comfort character for times like these, whenever I'd be down I used to just be able to think about her, use her chatbots, anything Susie and it'd help me get through.
Now I want to draw her, but i cant even motivate myself enough to pick up a goddamn pencil.
I cant do her justice on a page, why bother?

All of this could potentially be avoided if my old therapist didnt get moved to another office. Him leaving left me with a woman who couldnt do her job or understand me, which lead me to believing therapy wouldnt change my mental state, which lead me to leaving my therapy program. Now I cant imagine going back into therapy just because of this spat, it'd take 6 months minimum for me to find a replacement and I'd still have to reconstruct that entire relationship where I feel safe being vulnerable, in 6 months I could be happy as a clam and not think I even need therapy anymore.


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