What horrible mess this all is

I talk the talk more than I walk the walk.  And I walk the walk begrudgingly.  I used to think I'm just lazy, but lately I think I have a strong reluctance to follow other people's expectations.  Because I think I can do it better, and I think that their schedule is asking for shit when mine gives you perfection.  Yeah, I take a lot longer to get it completed, but when it's complete, it looks amazing.

But that's only if I want to do it.  If I don't...it's complete crap either way.  Which is why I've been taking almost a decade to graduate with probably one of the shittiest undergrad degrees you can get.  Other than fighting the fact that I'm not an academic bookworm, I just don't work with other people's schedules.  I get things done on my time or they don't get done.

That doesn't mean it makes it right.  I should be able to complete projects when they are due, turn in assignments on time, turn in something that isn't a failing grade, but I simply can't.  I've tried.  I've made to-do lists, set alarms to get up on time to get it all done, cleared my schedule to make it all happen, made appointments with people-and it doesn't happen.  Instead I end up doing other things, like laundry, going to the bank, filing my taxes, cleaning my house, taking a shower, etc.  Somehow my productive mind goes haywire and I get things done, but the things that require a time period of completion are left in the dust.  The reality of it all upsets me to no end, and I take it out on myself.  I throw tantrums screaming "I'm stupid and a failure" and argue with anyone who says otherwise.

I cease to see a point in doing anything because I'm never going to get a job in this economy doing anything I love because you can't make money as an artist and you have to be a yuppy pretentious hipster to get a decent job with any design firm, not to mention anything that will give you a 401k and health insurance.  I don't know how to be an adult, and school is definitely not showing me how.  I'm surrounded by dorm room teenagers who have their parents paying for everything. I don't relate to anyone anymore because I'm not an adult and I'm not a child.  I'm some weird separate thing that has all the responsibilities of an adult but all the resources of a student.  And I hate it.

What's the most frustrating is having people tell me that many other students go through what I'm going through.  And that's a load of bullshit.  Everyone is younger than me, everyone has their parents to help, they aren't living in a situation that legally is so scary and stressful and limiting that I have to be careful about everything.  I can't be honest with anyone because they'll judge me, they're unable to relate, or they can't help even if I do tell them what's up.  The last thing I want to do is be honest with someone and it not make a damn bit of a difference in the end.  If I open up about my life, I should get some kind of help or leeway or compassion, but that's not realistic.  I'm not here for sympathy or a handout.  I'm here because I have nothing else to do.  I feel trapped in my own life a lot of the time because I'm not where I want to be, but I can't get there either.  It's like it doesn't exist.