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I keep freaking out that I haven't changed enough in the past year. Then I start freaking out because I have changed a lot. Vascillating endlessly between these two thoughts, I become rather depressed. In the past two days I've gone from being certain of a brilliant, comfortable future and now I have no idea what is going to happen. The future is blown wide open, a gulf of possibilities that I drown in. A few years ago I was flying among the jagged peaks of fate; now I'm in the depths of the sea. I'm not sure which is better in the end; I have to live with myself either way.