Rating my second college semester for my first year: -2/10 (sorry, small rant don't mind)

The fall off is truly insane. My ex dumped me just days before Valentines Day and while I'm still her friend I can't say that this break up didn't kill me on the inside.
My english professor ripped through my summary to the whole class and everyone could see who wrote the summary. I silently broke down in said class.
Had to go to the mental hospital because my emotions were at an all-time low. (Im on meds now. Yippie!)
When I came back, I was so behind on work. I forgot about assignments and turn them in months later. Statistics was annoying and I couldn't be bothered to care about anything
Cried in front of my ex/friend
Long ass group therapy hours that took away studying/work time.
No Job = No Money
Friend group did the friend group thing and broke so now there's like five people left (One of them is on the brink of leaving too because they can't stop talking about their breakup.)
I got constant headaches and stomach problems; I think my motion sickness got worse.
And just when I thought I could finally have a break my English teacher emailed me WHILE I WAS ON THE ROAD that my final paper had so many issues that she was going to give me a zero if I didn't resubmit it by the next night. The next day was also the presentation day for said paper and fumbled it so bad because I was light-headed and I couldn't breathe. I'm pretty sure I failed that class all because of that damn paper.
There were some good things about this semester. I'm working on my mental health, I found a truly good friend of mine to rely on, and I started playing Minecraft again.
On the bright side, I have small hopes for the next fall semester because the only way from rock bottom is up.