Okay so, here's the deal.
I was lazy in my GCSE years, and spent all of my time socialising and/or messing around. Before any of you say it, yes I was incredibly, unthinkably stupid. I now have no friends, and no grades. Looking back, I was lucky to have achieved the below average grades that I did, and even luckier to have achieved a BC in English Lang and Lit, as my coursework was atrocious.
So because of that, I had to do an extra year to do some re-takes and BTECs, so that I could then progress to A Levels. I chose English, Environmental Science and Media. More laziness ensued, but by some strange irony, I achieved a B grade as AS in the English module that was on a book that I hadn't actually read, and got a U in the module for which I had studied my a** off. I was, however, politely told not to return to the Env Sci course, as my teacher thought I was wasting her time. Fair dues. I was a jerk.
Onto A2's. Retook the module I got a 'U' for, and I got an even worse U, even after going through past papers with my teacher. Retook it again, and I'll see how I did later this month. There's something about Carol Ann Duffy and Oscar Wilde that, apparently, stumps me.
I digress, and this is turning into a novella-like post isn't it. Heh heh.
When I get my results this summer, I will only have 2 A Levels of pending quality to my name. My Dad keeps making insults, poorly veiled as 'constructive comments because he cares', about the way I live/have lived my life thus far. I'm 18, 19 on the 9th of this month (happy birthday to me), and I'm being pushed in so many directions by both tangible and invisible pressures that I'm not sure what I think anymore.
I've always been very heavily reliant on escapism, you see, and after having to come out of 'my world', I've found that (obviously) the real world doesn't and can't match up. It's frustrating, and also very immature, but I don't feel ashamed, I'm just made to feel like I should.
I feel like I've painted myself into a corner by being lazy and short-sighted during my academic years, and that no options are left open to me. I'm also borderline socially retarded after cutting myself off when my old friends left because I was so sick and tired of all the inane drama.
Has anyone else here been through, or is going through, something similar? Obviously our cases won't be exactly the same, and I could have looked through other posts of a similar nature on here, but I wanted a personal response to my own personal case. I'm tired of living my life through other people.
What can I do to escape my situation, and myself?
Negative and positive comments are welcome. I need a harsh wake up call. (Oh and I'm sorry if this doesn't belong in this sub-forum.)