When trying to study, I am fighting myself. I have to fight my desire to not study, my desire to fail, my desire to say, "Let this all go to hell; there are more important things in life." Every time I try to do work, to prepare for a lecture, to review notes, to write, to do assignments, this war in my head takes place. Part of me doesn't want to succeed. The perfectionist in me doesn't like that.
I need a break; I'm going crazy.
Last term, I missed a class for which attendance was worth marks. This term, I have the continuation of that class. Today, I missed half of it. Is this improvement?
I try studying in new places, at different times. The reset button is broken and exams are coming up—seven of them.
I am so scared to devote myself to one thing, to pursue one specific goal. I'm scared to put my all into my schoolwork in case I reach the point when my "return on investment" is zero.