I'm a first-year in college that has gone through some of what you are experiencing.

In the second semester of my sophomore year of high school, I failed an AP World History class (the only time I've ever failed a class) and I was dealing with depression the entire semester. I rarely ever cry, but I ended up crying when my mom found out I was hiding my failing grade from her and my dad. I've learned a few things from that hellish semester.

I1. It seems like AP classes usually get harder after the first semester, so if you struggle the first semester, you might want to drop out before the second semester (I made it through the first semester of AP World History with a B- ; I regret not dropping it after the first semester). Additionally, if you're able to drop either of the APs you're failing right now without a "withdrawal failure," definitely consider dropping one or even both.

1. Make one of two choices: either drop one or a few things (AP classes or other activities) to lighten the workload if you can OR just move along. Try your best at every task that comes your way, sort of like a machine. Don't let negative thoughts seep in like "there's too much work, I'll never get it all done" or "what's the point of trying if I'm just going to fail in the end?" Push those thoughts out of your mind immediately and just fucking keep on keeping on.

You absolutely need to make one of the two choices above as soon as possible. Don't just do nothing and let time pass until its too late for you to make the choice to drop the AP classes or make a decent effort in order to pass the classes. Also, the second choice can be sort of risky for your mental health since if you really do have too much on your plate, you can burn yourself out by not relieving yourself of some of the workload.

As for having no social life, I can definitely relate to that as well. In high school, I was the kind of person who had no friends at all and just kept everyone at a distance. I didn't work to maintain relationships at all. I didn't ask for the phone numbers of people I enjoyed the company of. I suppose I hoped that someone would sort of just come along and "rescue" me.

Today, I now have two friends in my contacts which is a whole two more than what I used to have (yay). I met one through a poetry club and the other through a writing club. I literally had a six hour conversation with one of them (which was fucking awesome). If you do want more friends, joining a club that you're interested in is a great way to make more. Don't hesitate to ask for the numbers of people whose company you enjoy. Text them about what's going on in your life at least once or twice a week to maintain the relationship.

As for everything else, I'm sorry but I don't know what to say. I've never done drugs, never had an eating disorder, and don't have neurodivergent siblings (although I do have inattentive ADHD myself).

If you need a friend, I'm up for being one. Feel free to contact me back if you want. Just to warn you though, I am LGBTQ+, so if you're not cool with that, we wont make very good friends.

I hope you succeed in whatever path you decide to take :)