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I thought I was doing all right, and...no, I'm still all right! But there is a tightness in my chest that hurts like nothing I've ever felt before.

Change is difficult. It is something that, during my interview, I lied about my ability to adapt to.

I hate this. I hate all of this.

But I will adapt. I will get through it. Regardless of what I want, regardless of what will make me happy, I have a goal. And I think I was honest in my interview when I said everything in my life is a way of propelling me towards that goal.

So, fuck you. I'll be okay.