I've been keeping journals since I was about 15. For some reason, my mind exploded about that time. At first it was a good thing, being bright and ambitious. But I think I was confused at that age about what I really wanted in life. Maybe I would have been better off going to a trade school, but I went to UGA instead. I did well for the first 2 years, and then I started losing touch with the reason I went there. It was a gradual thing at first but by the end of the 3rd year, I felt like I was in the wrong school and I dropped out for a while. I went on a Carribean cruise and that was like a reset for me. I lasted a short time more and the whole exercise seemed like meaningless struggles to me. I became a professional student. I made over $50,000 in one attempt at finishing a degree, but it also eventually became an irrellevant chore.