I stopped going

I didn't really decide to leave the university. I just started going less and less until eventually I wasn't going at all.

My father kept asking when I was going back. For a while I kept saying next semester.

I was working and taking pictures and going out too much and I had no idea what I wanted to study. Everybody else seemed to have some kind of plan, although now I suspect most of them didn't either.

For years I was embarrassed that I never finished.

I'm not anymore.