Since the day it all came down

I was an extremely mischievous boy since kindergarden,i used to fight a lot and i was talkative too.My talkativeness got me changing seats often by my teachers but that didn't stop me from talking and not paying attention in class.Then in secondary 6 i decided to study hard for the psle,it was the first time in a long time that i actually studied hard.With all the hard work i passed my psle and went on to st'patrick's school.


I had many great friends from secondary 1 but most of them transfered to another school one after another.It affected me as i had lesser friends.Then came the splitting of classes for sec 3 to a class taking history or geography.This split further affected me as my close friends were no longer in the same class as me,i was in the history class.
It was during this period of time that my brother got to know a "girl" from god knows where.Theres a lot to type but im just going to cut a long story short for this part of the story."She" moved in to stay with the opposition of my mom.Day in and day out my brother would quarrel with "her" and it affected me like the way children does when their parents quarrels in front of them.It was just plain hell,i felt like my home was no longer home.IT affected me in my studies as well.This problem at home coupled with my friends getting lesser in school affected me to the point that i somehow became quieter and also became anti social.This was the start of me becoming a very angry young man and also the start of my depression which then lasted for 7 years.I was not motivated to study as i didnt have a goal to work towards.I was not interested of any course in poly,jc n ite so i didnt felt the need for me to study.Eventually i failed my 'O'levels.The day of the results came and i went to collect my results,when i saw my results i was not feeling anything i had become numbed.I expected the results.I was not really affected by it initially but as time passed it slowly ate me from the inside.


TO BE CONTINUED......