Tiara
God I felt like s**t. I've never felt this bad, things were never this bad at college or maybe he was trying to make me believe he was someone he wasn't. Like he did in America now he's showing his true colours, now he's showing me the monster he really is.
I feel so weak. I hate it here, I hate my life. Where is Stacy when I need her? Why has she abandoned me when I needed her the most? Had she given up on getting me out of s**t situations, she left me alone to deal with this heartless bastard that dared call himself my husband. I never agreed to any of this. I never agreed to all of this torture.
I felt some grabbing onto my hair pulling me up, but I was too weak to correspond. He'd made me like this, weak and pathetic. He'd hit me so hard last night I thought my head was goin
