I thought I could get used to the constant abuse, become more independent and grow to be a stronger person (stupid). And I thought it would get better since it can't get any worse. I was wrong.
I really don't know how to walk down the path I have chosen. With no support, constant fear, perpetual abuse, incessant screamings, and endless of tears. And I have to brave through it all and push on with postgrad. It is tough having to work and study, on top of endless worrying and countless of sleepless nights. I just don't know how to deal with you anymore. You are like poison to my soul.