I’m a failure

I will fail this class, like all the others.

It’s all my fault.

I’m a failure.

Why do I bother?

I’m going to be stuck in this repetitive cycle of minimal effort, laziness, and whining about being without; I have no one to blame but myself.

I am a burden to others and especially, to myself.

I have 3 hours.

I need a miracle and it’s not going to happen.

Here comes the dread.

I’m a procrastinator and it’s all my fault

I am on week 9, the last week of my Math class, and I have my final due on Sunday. I am still behind, on week 4 precisely, and have so much makeup work to do. If I don’t pass this class, I will have to take it again and pay for it myself, out of pocket, which would be around 1200 bucks. Needless to say, I don’t have it. I do this every class. I procrastinate and don’t do the work and then I get so far behind, I am stressed and swamped the last week. I am even more worried with this being a math class because I’m horrible at math and feel like it’s a foreign language. If it were writing a bunch of papers, I would be fine, but… ugh. I’m so tired. Stress just makes me want to disappear into a hole.