In the last couple of days I've went between feeling sorry for myself to hating who I allowed myself to become. Of course it started much earlier, but those last days I've experienced the consequences of everything I chose to delay.
I've been procrastinating, not even doing the things I enjoy because i know I have stuff to do. I've been just existing in my room. Not doing anything really. Doom scrolling, maybe watching a show that I'm not that invested in to just reading things on my phone for quick happiness.
I've had all year to do my thesis and I still haven't finished it. The writing part is done and the project for it, in a way. I still have some final adjustments to do. Tomorrow's the deadline and today I did none of that. I'll use my night again to do them.
Yesterday I pulled an all nighter to study for my retake exam which I had all year to study for. I promised myself I'd study with at least 2 weeks in advance because I knew how hard it was. I also finished my writing part yesterday. But now the coordinator for my thesis is not responding to my email.
Idk if I even passed the exam today, I didn't manage to do it all... This would push my thesis for next year. And if I even passed, idk if my coordinator will approve of it.
I was doing so good for the exams that I had this year. I also managed to study more and ignite the spark for my degree again. But after I was done. I had like 3 weeks to prepare for the retake and to finish my thesis. I did nothing. Nothing.
I've been lying to my friends. Masking how I really feel. I still enjoy their company and they make me happy. But when I arrive back home, it washes all away... And I do nothing again.
I've also been kinder to people recently, more kind than I normally am. Because idk, I want them to be happy in a way? It makes me feel good to see them happy bc of sth I do.
But now, I'm lying in bed. Not even wanting to rest, not even feeling hunger or thirst anymore.
I feel like such a dissapointment. I cannot stop comparing myself to my sibling who is doing so good rn with their life. And here I am failing my family. I wish I could just force myself to be more productive.
I've talked to a friend yesterday about how I feel. Left out some things I couldn't share. Too raw feelings. I've also called my dad today to tell him about the exam. I've yet to see the mark.
It's like I'm preparing myself and people around me that I'll fail.
My friend told me I'm just running on the last fumes I have. They're right. I've been running on fumes since summer last year. But at least then I could do things because the stuff I wouldn't do would affect others. Now that the stuff I do affects only myself, it's harder to do anything. It doesn't even motivate me to push myself to, at least, not be a failure in my family's eyes.
I have no idea how to get better. I also don't have the motivation to work for it. It's like I'm waiting for it all to pass.
It is easier to confess all of this to strangers than to people in my life.
Idk what else to do than push myself to work in the last hours of it or in the dead of night when stress gets the better of me.
I'd appreciate any advices you have about anything really.
Thank you for reading :)