Why am I going to my councilor?
Well my day was absolutely fucking atrocious and I can’t handle it any more. I’m going to go tell her of my suspicions of mental illness.
Now, why am I doing/ thinking that?
My grades are hideous. I don’t know what to do and I feel stumped and stupid, not to mention useless and just plain awful. I need help. I’m getting it. I don’t care if she tells my parents.
But I kinda do at the same time. Why? Well, it’s because of my parents that I feel this way. They have put me under the expectation that I am TRYING and unfortunately FAILING to work up to. I’m working my hardest. I really am. I don’t know how to study, I don’t feel smart enough to, and I can’t pay attention in my classes. I feel unmotivated and slumped down in health, mental and physical.
I’ve been feeling this way for a while. And I really don’t want to drop my honors/AP class. But that’s what my parents want. They want to drop me down to all grade-level and watch me crumble as I take too-easy classes for my level (If they drop me down, I’d be taking classes I already took and passed). Not to mention I would probably be worse mental-health wise as well. I just don’t like the idea of them literally telling me I’m not smart enough.
I feel like I’m at a prison. I can’t have friends over and I can’t go out. I can’t stay after school for my clubs (which will help me get into college) unless it is for tutoring.
I don’t know why they think I’m being so “pissy”. I’m just tired and done. I feel emotionless and stupid. I want to fall asleep and never wake up again.