Dad accompanied me to the university talking not nicely but not bad at least. But the talk didn't last long, the scary silence I am used to took over. I didn't mind. He left after 2 days, I guess. I am not good at making friends, but not that bad as well. I made a few struggling with my low self esteem, which appeared to have grown more than ever. The worst part of the chat in dormitory was that everybody talks about family proudly. All but me talk much about how sweet childhood had been. I had nothing to say; frankly this is not true, I had much to say, but who would listen to a life that of abuse, neglect, and spoiled childhood. This thought crashed me, but I was going on any how.
I became high on smoking, it was not my first puff though, I started it at high school, just out of curiosity. Now that I have more freedom, and some money to get the cigarettes, smoking soon became part of my daily life. I tend to smoke more when I get low, back then I didn't even know the word depression.
I was planning to join medical school to become a doctor, in fact that was the dream of every child in my community. In here one can join medical school direct from high school without having to get a bachelor degree. It just requires good grades during freshman year, which I managed to secure despite everything.
Freshman was not remarkable for anything until it ended and time for vacation came. I did well and got the grades which could get me in to any field of study available at the time. As I was preparing for my vacation to see my mom, I received a message from dad which puts deep hatred for him in my heart that stays to this day...will continue next time. GORE