I know this is gonna be a long and pointless rant. Don't feel any obligation to read, I just felt I had to say something somewhere. I guess for context before my rant I should preface this by saying I have been diagnosed with severe clinical depression... so do with that info as you will.
I hate it here. I was so optimistic coming into first year. New things to learn, new people to meet, new leaf to turn. It's ****. I'm coming to the end of my second year now and I hate it. I've made no friends. I sit in lectures and no one comes to sit with me or talk to me, including the people who I was considering my friends. Nothing. I live alone in a studio apartment for medical reasons so no flatmates. No noise. Nothing. I can't sleep, I barely eat at this point, like once a day probably. I wake up and see the same empty room. My best friend who is in Manchester is having the time of his life and admittedly he is a social magnet. Everyone on his course loves him, he's always being invited out to do stuff, and he's doing incredibly well in his assessments. I've tried societies, I help people out with their work, gone out for drinks, tried to foster relationships but theres nothing. I can't even find the motivation to do the work, so I'm now failing my course. I've been advised to do an extra year to catch up since apparently I was headed towards a solid 2-1 before I gave up. But that just means another year of this crap. There's almost nothing I care about at this point, and I'm struggling to find motivation to care about living past 25 let alone my degree and continuing career. Everyone told me, going to university will be the best time of your life. You'll meet likeminded people no matter how niche your interests and it'll be the the best 3 years of your life. It's ********. I don't know what I've done wrong but all of it is wrong. And what's worse is I feel like one of the only ones. Everyone else on my course is having a great time, going out, having fun, enjoying the course, living life. Enjoying the prime of their life. And I feel like it's all been wasted. And next year I'm going to finish, and then that will be it. The most fun, most social, most freeing period of my life, was nothing. And it will never be. And if I've failed at that, on easy mode, I don't see much hope for what comes after.
A lot of people tell me it'll get better, or you've just got to wait. If that's what you have to say, kindly leave. I've been waiting for something, anything to get better for years. I'm sick of waiting, and I'm sick of hoping. It only hurts more when you get disappointed.