I fell head first onto the concrete. It was ugly, painful, and (lucky for my face) metaphorical. This educational fall determined how I'd live the next four years of my life - working a 9 to 5, slowly sinking into an existential abyss of my own making. Every time the alarm rang and I didn't feel like getting up, was a painful reminder I had failed at making it on my own. It was a tough pill to swallow. Barrels of coffee and the occasional energy drink I consumed helped me stay awake through the toughest of times, but there was nothing that could help with the growing frustration. There I was - trapped once again. I had to get away.