Mistakes

In life, everything I seem to make are mistakes. Everything I do is wrong. From being good to people to making decisions. I make mistakes non-stop. Every single day. How can every single thing that I'm doing be a MISTAKE? How the heck would I know? All I know now is that I want to curl up on my bed and don't get up. I'm sick now. Half of me wants to get better, the other half wants to be worse. I don't know what I want. I seriously don't.