I give up. I’m not explaining this to you.

I deal w/ my shit every day; you can try to put up w/ it for an hour. A day.

You obviously don’t understand & can’t relate, not that you even want to try. You write my reasons as pathetic excuses for why I won’t or can’t do what you want me to do. You don’t listen. You won’t listen.

I have moderate anxiety. It’s very likely that I have ADD. I’ve also self-diagnosed myself w/ phonophobia (fear of loud sounds), but I feel a fear is something you don’t need to be tested for. What are you going to do, shove a claustrophobic person into a closet for some number of hours to see what happens? That’s ridiculous.

We’ve been over this at least a hundred times. But every single time it’s “Just try harder”, “Just change”, “Overprepare so you won’t blank”. Yeah… that’s not how that works.

I _thought_ I overprepared. I _thought_ I knew the material. So either clearly I studied the wrong thing, or something else happened. Like, I don’t know, my thoughts were racing, I was panicking abt the time, & I blanked on literally everything??

I _love_ having mental disorders (I hope you realize I’m being sarcastic when I say that). They’re so fun. You know, I wonder how you’d be if you had to deal w/ the load of shit I (& literally anyone else who struggles w/ an illness they’re not able to control) have to deal w/ every day.

It’s not fun.

But yeah, you don’t care to even try to understand, so I’m not going to bother wasting any of my time trying to explain it again & again to you.