#1 Too Little, Too Late
Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 2:52 pm
So, I’m now virtually certain that I’ll be flunking out of college. I knew I wasn’t doing too well, but I always thought that I’d be able to pull myself out of it… and now, I suddenly find that it’s too late.
I’m not sure which is worse, the sense of shame and self-loathing at my inability to learn from my mistakes of last semester, or my dread of having to tell my family and friends about it, especially my girlfriend, who was looking forward to coming to the same school I’m at next year (she’s a year younger than I am).
I’m aware that suicides are slightly more common among people in similar situations, and I’ll admit my thoughts have strayed that way, but as someone who’s tried to kill himself once before, I know I don’t have the willpower to override my survival instincts, but now, I’m at a loss of what to do. Some part of me wants to believe that if I just try I can still make things turn out all right and stay in, but I know that’s just foolish optimism. I just feel like a complete and utter failure. I have no idea what I should do next, I’m afraid of telling my family, I’m afraid that I’ll never be able to learn from my mistakes, and I’m afraid that I’ll end up as just some slob working at McDonald’s and Wal-Mart, unable to follow through on his potential and get a college degree. I’m not even sure why I’m telling you all this. I guess I just want some sympathy, or maybe some mockery. I don’t know, I just hate what I’ve let myself become.
I’m ready to just give up at this point, because realistically I know that continuing to try would just be wasted effort, an exercise in futility. But the another part of me wants to keep battering myself against the cliffs raised by my own incompetence until there’s nothing left to batter anymore.
I suck at life.
I’m not sure which is worse, the sense of shame and self-loathing at my inability to learn from my mistakes of last semester, or my dread of having to tell my family and friends about it, especially my girlfriend, who was looking forward to coming to the same school I’m at next year (she’s a year younger than I am).
I’m aware that suicides are slightly more common among people in similar situations, and I’ll admit my thoughts have strayed that way, but as someone who’s tried to kill himself once before, I know I don’t have the willpower to override my survival instincts, but now, I’m at a loss of what to do. Some part of me wants to believe that if I just try I can still make things turn out all right and stay in, but I know that’s just foolish optimism. I just feel like a complete and utter failure. I have no idea what I should do next, I’m afraid of telling my family, I’m afraid that I’ll never be able to learn from my mistakes, and I’m afraid that I’ll end up as just some slob working at McDonald’s and Wal-Mart, unable to follow through on his potential and get a college degree. I’m not even sure why I’m telling you all this. I guess I just want some sympathy, or maybe some mockery. I don’t know, I just hate what I’ve let myself become.
I’m ready to just give up at this point, because realistically I know that continuing to try would just be wasted effort, an exercise in futility. But the another part of me wants to keep battering myself against the cliffs raised by my own incompetence until there’s nothing left to batter anymore.
I suck at life.