My Old Life

To be honest, my childhood was full of repressed emotions and solitude. solitary. My parents used to fight over petty issues quarreled all day long, but at that stage in those part of my life, I didn't realize what all these things meant to me and how they were affecting my life. These things continued to hover over me during my childhood as well as my college days. does this 'it' mean,and i didn't expect it can change my life that huge. I had hypomelancholia when I was in the first grade in college. At that time/moment , I just thought, maybe, I was completely screwed up.

As time goes passed by, I found there is was no one who cared about me or who was concerned whether you are I was happy or not. when that day, One day, my mom asked told me, "Why are you so upset all the time? Why do you always keep complaining you're always act so upset,why are you always complain about your life? I am thoroughly totally disappointed with you." At that time, so I realized at last, that no one else can help us and we have to find solutions to our problems on our own. So, I decided to try me my very best to achieve my aims.

I was ill and admitted to the hospital many times, and just because I was so tired because of this. However, I never give up my hopes and continued with my efforts to make things better. At last, I succeeded and now, I have owned almost all the things I wished/wanted. I will keep trying to achieve my next aim. My beautiful life, I'm coming to hold you in my arms.

my old life

To be honest,my childhood was full of repression (the part of speech here is wrong and personally I think the word "depression" perhaps is more accurate here) and solitude.
My parents quarreled all the time, but in those days ,I didn't realize its harm and it never occurred to me that it would influence my life in such a deep way.
I suffered from melancholia during my first year in college.
At that moment ,I felt maybe I was completely screwed-up.
And as time went by,I found there was no one who cared about whether you were happy or not.
One day, my mom asked me 'why are you always act so upset? why are you always complaining about your life. I am thoroughly disappointed .'
Those words made me realize at last that no one could help you , so I tried so hard to achieve my aims that I fell ill and stayed in hospital many times just because I overworked myself.
Finally I own all the things I want now and I will keep trying to achieve my next aim.
My beautiful life, I'm coming .