When my father use to get drunk, he would tell me how hard life was. That I had to survive, not live. Life wasn't living at all. People were (still are) cruel beings. After awhile, I began to get depressed. slowly...And I realized, not every father gets runk d and tell their daughter that life is horrible. sI was alw- ays intelligent , but my father m ade me smarter and more depressed - ml-