303. Just sitting here, bawling my eyes out again.

I'm sucking at everything I'm trying to do this semester. All my art classes suck ass, because the teachers expect grad student pieces from first-year students. Every single critique I've sat through, my teacher has told me that I could do way better. Every single one of my projects gets completely ripped apart. My duct tape project that I worked so freaking hard on? Yeah, only a B-. ONLY A FREAKING B MINUS. I don't even know. My first ceramics project? YEah, a D-. The instructor expects a student who's never even touched clay to be able to make something that's worth of being in a museum. Everyone in my classes has such talent, and I just don't. I feel so helpless, and I feel like a waste of time, because I can't nail one project. This art program freaking sucks. To add to everything, everytime I call my parents, to try and get some encouragement, they either A. Yell at me or B. Make me feel bad. They tell me that I need to get through this semester, because I'm wasting their money anyway. They're not understanding whatsoever. I don't know what to do. College freaking sucks. I can't make friends whatsoever, because I'm afraid of people. I'm afraid because people take advantage of my trust. I can't seem to keep friends, and when I do get close to somebody, they decide to hurt me in some way shape or form. Because I can't trust people, therefore I can't make friends, there for I don't have anybody to talk to, to help me get through my immense amount of problems. I feel like something is wrong with me. I feel like I have some kind of problem because I lack any and all social skills. I'm sick of being who I am. I don't know what to do. I feel completely trapped in this life, and I just want out. I want to be normal. I want to have fun, I want to enjoy this life, but instead, I can't. I'm stuck in this rut that I can't get out of. I'm stuck sucking at everything and everything I try to do. And don't even try to convince me otherwise. Everytime I call my parents to try to get some type of encouragement, we get in an argument and I end up hanging up on them and just bawling my eyes out. I've just hardcore curled up and cried so many times this semester. I'm miserable every hour of everyday, and I hate it. I'm sick of being sad for no reason whatsoever. I'm sick of being like this. I want to be different, or at least normal. I don't want to have these problems anymore. I don't want to be this way.