you know how much he fucked me up? i had a dream last night and i went into the bathroom and the door opened behind me and i turned around thinking it was a friend but it was him. (he had purple hair for a second. idk why but anyways) he tried to come in but i tried to shut the door and it wasn't working. he was saying he wanted to talk or whatever and i remember in a dream. a literal dream. i felt like i couldn't breath. i was screaming and scared and i got him out and locked the door. then a few minutes later a heard a knock so i opened the door and swung and punched him right in the face. but he wasn't HIM it was actually my brother. he was sitting waiting in the floor. and i apologized to my brother took him and ran. i fucking ran.
later in the dream i saw him and his dad (who basically just let his son assault a girl because fuck any type of parental supervision) in a car in my driveway (idk i was walking home i guess) but i just kept walking past my house. they were yelling out to me so i turned around and was screaming for them to go away and leave and get away from my house and off my property. he said his son was recording everything and it literally felt like i was having a panic attack in a dream. there's nothing i can do. it happened in december 2018 but i'm still scared. i'm like. traumatized from that relationship. like what the fuck.
