I really try to be okay with a person or situation, you know? It’s so I can function and get by without drama, sadness or difficulty. Hell, maybe we all do it. I don’t know.

I convince myself that I hold no ill will. I tell myself that resentment only hurts the person who feels it. I feel okay. It feels like I don’t hate anyone. I try to turn the other cheek, because God knows I’m not perfect either.

Then I sleep. And I dream.

People I try to silently forgive in my waking life are cast in these sinister roles when I dream. Some of it is pretty accurate, but it’s disturbing. The people who come back over and over again are the people who really hurt me at the time.

It’s fucking weird and horrible.