Why is it that I'm stressed the fuck out?
OK, some background information. I'm 16, recently started doing my A-Levels. I have OCD and I overthink the heck out of even the smallest unimportant things.
I'm finding it so goddamn hard to keep up with everything nowadays. I'm a severe procrastinator, having barely finished a Sociology essay that we just got set a mere week after we came back from summer holidays, and I'm not even sure I did it right. Then there's some bullshit History homework about the 1905 revolution, which I'm sure we already pretty much covered in lessons, but it's damn hard to convert a bunch of sloppy fucking notes into tangible paragraphs. Then another essay, for Politics, which has to be meticulously set out in different sections with examples, analysis, blah de fucking blah.
And I've got to create a children's book that's due in one or two days, and I haven't even gotten the coloured materials to work on yet. I've got the story down, but I don't know what to get or how to put them together. And then there's all the other crap I've got going on, like...well, being completely fucking incompetent and impractical at 90% of the minutiae of things that I do, like choosing clothes, managing money, some interview concerning my bursary, an appointment with my doctor...
Jesus, I don't blame people for wanting to kill themselves. I fucking hate all of this, and I don't know how to get out of it because it's like everyone's expecting me to be some skill-master when I'm clearly not, and everyone's fucking moaning at me to do this and that and this and that, and it's like, "FUCK OFF! I don't need this! No-one ever gave me a fucking instructional manual to life, so why are you expecting me to? I hate you, I hate this bloody planet, I hate life, it's too hard, it's too motherfucking hard, why did my bloody ***** of a mother even give birth to me?"
So, rant over. Thoughts, opinions, help, advice, whatever.
OK, some background information. I'm 16, recently started doing my A-Levels. I have OCD and I overthink the heck out of even the smallest unimportant things.
I'm finding it so goddamn hard to keep up with everything nowadays. I'm a severe procrastinator, having barely finished a Sociology essay that we just got set a mere week after we came back from summer holidays, and I'm not even sure I did it right. Then there's some bullshit History homework about the 1905 revolution, which I'm sure we already pretty much covered in lessons, but it's damn hard to convert a bunch of sloppy fucking notes into tangible paragraphs. Then another essay, for Politics, which has to be meticulously set out in different sections with examples, analysis, blah de fucking blah.
And I've got to create a children's book that's due in one or two days, and I haven't even gotten the coloured materials to work on yet. I've got the story down, but I don't know what to get or how to put them together. And then there's all the other crap I've got going on, like...well, being completely fucking incompetent and impractical at 90% of the minutiae of things that I do, like choosing clothes, managing money, some interview concerning my bursary, an appointment with my doctor...
Jesus, I don't blame people for wanting to kill themselves. I fucking hate all of this, and I don't know how to get out of it because it's like everyone's expecting me to be some skill-master when I'm clearly not, and everyone's fucking moaning at me to do this and that and this and that, and it's like, "FUCK OFF! I don't need this! No-one ever gave me a fucking instructional manual to life, so why are you expecting me to? I hate you, I hate this bloody planet, I hate life, it's too hard, it's too motherfucking hard, why did my bloody ***** of a mother even give birth to me?"
So, rant over. Thoughts, opinions, help, advice, whatever.