I'm all gettin' emo again(Was I ever not? :awe

. I failed life, for the nth time. One would think that I would get numb to the feeling of failure because I have experienced it endlessly, but this, I do not.
Starting to think again. Trying to think in my head how I can fix things. It never really leads to anywhere that I want... I keep trying to think of fixes, but the fixes are always things that should of have never happened or should have happened a bit differently. The fixes are almost always things to do in the past. It seems more plausible to invent a time machine than it is to try to prevent future misfortunes. It seems that I cannot repair this broken machine, but only wish that it was never on the path to destruction after already been broken.
I don't ever really see these things coming though. I have hopes, and then they get crushed and then it's bad. I'm too optimistic even for a pessimist.
Lalala... If you want to know what happened basically this: First day of summer term. I go to my Calculus I class(It's a quarter school) and I don't remember anything we're supposed to know already. I forgot logs, ln, e^x, wtf an intercept even is(I know now, but I was like, "ugh, I forgot all the lingo too"), and tons of other shit like how to find domain and range and how to do shit with radicals. So I have decided that I am going to drop the class and my other class(that class was actually going good, but I have to drop it too if I drop my calc class because of full-time requirements).
New plan is to do more research on fitness and workout routines, then go to my college fitness center every weekday and lift weights. I don't know if I'll even follow through with it because I just get hopelessly depressed on it all. It feels like I'll never gain weight, get stronger, meet ladies, or become anything successful in my imagination. I don't even have a strong definition of what is successful except being happy and satisfied. I think I am going to keep failing that forever. Life was predetermined in someways by my genetics and hormones. Maybe you can see why I can never see solutions for the future except maybe radical gene therapy when all comes back to that lack of satisfaction with this body and the results it derives.
And some cute red head girl is on my mind, but she's too young and I never know what people are thinking. I think that's the real problem.
Edit: When I said meet ladies I meant meet ladies and actually go out on dates and possibly get laid once in a while even. So far, I meet them and then they run away screaming froot loops. I don't know what I am doing wrong. I think it's just how I look.