3, 4, 5
My expectations for myself are too high. I expect to have laser focus and always underestimate how long things will take, due to a lack of said laser focus.
I despise myself when I waste time, and yet I do it anyway.
I don’t think I’ve learned anything useful this semester, due exclusively to my poor choice in classes and lack of foresight.
I have trouble seeing other people and being happy for them. I can only see them and wish I had done better.
I hold other people to the same unfairly high expectations I set for myself. They almost always fall short. It’s okay, so do I.