reread this just now, a few months after my abuser finally left. i wish id been the one who did it. but thats neither here nor there - this is just as beautiful, poetic, and atmospheric as i remember it being, if not more. the prom scene stuck out to me. a lot of the things about this hit hard, actually - my abuser also used my [gender] identity as a weapon, gaslit me in stupid arguments, etc. this made me feel all too seen, even if my abuse was online. im glad youre better off now. i hope life has been treating you kindly.