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alternating between streaks of euphoria and plummeting to rock bottom as of late, work and travel predicament is solved, but school is intimidating and i can only replace sleep with coffee. wish i were more intuitive, never good enough for dance for floorball or academics, i cant even imagine if i cannot do another year, insanely hopeful yet even more afraid. why did i screw up my first year to this string of consequences now?