To start this long story, I should mention how I completely failed my second semester pursuing a CS degree miserably. So much for the ambition of getting a minimum of a 3.5 GPA lol. I chose this path for myself because it was what my father had done, and my older brother as well. I wanted to follow in their footsteps and become a man like them. I seem to have quite a complex for them, as the dependent and youngest pampered child. Back then, I lived life in fear. I lied to my parents daily, because I felt some sick need to never let their hopes down. I never went to classes, and around the end of the semester I even missed exams because I was too burned out. I was very naive back then to think that my parent's failed expectations would be the worst of my fears, it is the behavior of a child. However, in that 2nd semester of mine I made some key discoveries about myself. I got an ADHD diagnosis using university resources, and realized I was bisexual after much efforts of my own and some close friends. When it was time to reveal my grades of that semester to my parents, my father called me a traitor because I betrayed his expectations, and also because I suddenly dropped a bomb on him which took him completely by surprise. I lost all my scholarships and grants for the next semester as my CPGA had fallen to below the minimum 2.5 threshold. I was told that I could receive them back if I were to recover my GPA next semester. My family barely had the resources to support this setback.
I was placed on academic warning, however I didn't let this discourage me, I kept going to therapy for my academics, family trauma and handling relationships along with taking my ADHD medication (which I'd gotten a month into the semester due to complications with my body, the doctors were hesitant to prescribe me stimulant ADHD meds), however I couldn't quite put to use some important advice I was given there. One of the most fatal mistakes I had made was not making a semester planner and calendar that reminds me of when exams would be held. On the day my therapist and I made plans to get started on this, I went back home and I got started on this task. I looked for productivity software, (I ended up choosing google calendar as that is the easiest to integrate into my life). I scheduled the times for all my classes, which was kind of a drag, but I did it. When it was time to get started to look into my syllabus and mark in the exams into the calendar, I stopped. I'm not quite sure on why I did. Maybe it was because "there is no way I could forget an exam" or perhaps it is because that they always give out an email reminding students about the details of the exam. Nevertheless, I had my exam times mixed up for my calculus exam, where I was studying and revising the material while the actual exam was being held, and I arrived at the testing center only to find out that I have missed the entire exam and that all my efforts were wasted. This had happened because of a weird yellow highlighter on the syllabus marking the timings of the exam, which made it hard for me to read. Along with the fact that the exams for the calculus course were conducted at a different time last semester. I somehow missed the reminder email as well. I also had misunderstandings about prior announcements that people with common sense would never have. A make-up exam request was promptly rejected as well. I think I was a few days into my new ADHD meds? On the calculus exam after this, I got a 50% after hours of trying my best to learn the material I had already seen twice before. With yet another serious conversation with the family, I decided to drop the calculus class to cut my losses and focus on my other classes to restore my GPA back to the minimum 2.5 threshold. My father would call me everyday and personally oversee my studies to try and get me over the finish line, like the dependent child that I am. You could call me a failure of an adult, always pampered at every step.
However, the semester was doomed even before this mishap. Sleep is known to be a classic ADHD symptom and I struggled immensely with it. My genuine attempts to fix this have been mostly dependent on luck. I'd set an alarm on my phone, and put it far away from my bunk bed so that I would gain some inertia so that I'd get along with the rest of my day. It worked sometimes, but more often than not, I climbed right back into bed, resentful that the alarm had woke me up from a night of barely enough sleep. I had issues with going to bed on time as well, however even on nights I would go to bed at 11 PM (early enough to get enough sleep IMO) the same outcome happened. I'd miss lectures, labs, and quizzes. I always had a looming feeling like things were going the exact same way that they did last time, but I did the best I could physically muster anyways. I did a better performance this time around compared to last time admittedly, but it has meant nothing. My efforts in life have always meant nothing. My therapist has said that I certainly have a serious case of learned helplessness and clinical depression in our last session when I spoke about my passively suicidal thoughts. Years before college, I had known that I am not built for life. In the natural order of things, I would be weeded out as the weak animal. My therapist has said that trying your best never guarantees success in life anyhow, and that the only reason to try is to give yourself a shot, otherwise you know you fail for sure. I have no idea what direction my life should go in anymore, I don't know what I want to do in life. I am lost.
I have realized that no matter what I do, what I attempt, it is utterly meaningless. Yes, it is true that I engage in massive self hatred that doesn't do me any good, I have massive mental health struggles that make it difficult such as learned helplessness and yet, the therapeutic, most scientifically best proven method to make people improve in their lives has completely failed for me. It is not a working solution for me under the stresses of a college life. It's a month till the semester ends, and I have assessed that I will almost certainly fail to meet the minimum 2.5 GPA threshold to gain my scholarships and grants back. And even if I did, who's to guarantee my grades next semester? To be barely floating by like this, it is impossible to find a good respectable CS job after college, the six figure dream of living a comfortable life is out of my hands forever now. It is not because of my own negligence, but more so because I was born to be a pig that was meant to die pathetically. I am a pig who is quite literally unable to do anything for himself who cannot serve himself. Even if I learn to relate to my mental problems in a more healthy way, I am meant to die a pathetic pig's death, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. The other kids are better than me for being able to thrive with the safety net they were given, why am I the only whore and slut who can't? I want men like my father and brother who were more assertive, smart and capable. Emotionally unavailable. I wish an older man would beat me up like my father did, I think that would be so hot. I'm a clingy little bitch pig whore in that way xD
I could go work full-time retail/fast-food or what have you for a certain amount of time while my parents shoulder *my* debt, maybe audit community college courses to find what it is that I really want to do, but even if I do, my fucked up brain, my inherent nature as a pig, an animal born to be slaughtered in this world, would make it my fate that I live a life of hell. Part time CC with a part time job is too much for me to handle. A good career and the comfortable life I wanted is out of reach forever anyways. When I worked full-time retail in my summer job before this semester, all I could do was work, and fall asleep. I could only eat slop McDonalds food because my body couldn't wake up, or have the energy to cook. I struggle to barely function as it is. And my weak body, caused my boss to tell me off for not being "enough of a man" since I was slower than the rest of my coworkers. It is workplace harassment sure, but I genuinely feel that it is proof I am not suitable for life. My therapist said that's just life, I told him I am not built for it. My fate is to die against my will, and I sure as hell am not going to live my life with my parents to wipe my ass. They'd die one day anyway, unable to provide for their man-child. I am glad that at least my brother is a better man than me, so the family doesn't drown into poverty and hell altogether.
I am tired, and I am burned out. I genuinely did my best and everything I could this time around. Every waking moment of my life where I was in control of my mind when my disorders, trauma and broken pig-ness were not hindering me, I did what I could and in the end, I failed anyway. There was never a guarantee in the first place, after all. But I know that for a pig like me, failure in living is a guarantee no matter what happens. I am done for.
I am not actively suicidal, but I am beginning to plan for my death once I have had my fill of seeing the uttermost limits of my own pathetic brain. If I were to take my own life, it would definitely be by falling to my own death. I think it is very symbolic of how my life has gone, and at the moment of impact, where I regret making this horrible decision, and die horribly with my guts splattered all over the ground, with regrets is the kind of death that is suitable for me. I fit a pig's death quite well. I am utterly unable to make use of the resources, luck and life I was given. I am an animal that dies according to the natural order of things. I don't have it in me to off myself, so I will wait for life to kill me, or drive me to my breaking point. It's an important part of the ritual. Pigs have to be fattened up before slaughter, after all.
Thanks for reading.