lately i cant stop thinking about that night at haslam, when we walked back in the dark and spent the night on the floor, you were going to tell me you loved me. its a painful memory but idk how to make it go away

is there a point to writing anything on here? i dont think you take anything i say seriously, my mental health has always been more of a joke to you. i have other places where i can vent and express myself, be it in private or online where i can find support and people like me. although in this space i feel in control, i feel like im the one who has the power over you. but i dont want power, i want freedom.