In my dream, you weren’t dead anymore.

And I was pissed.

Why couldn’t you just stay dead? Being alive poses a real problem for me. My life has been a lot less complicated since you’ve been gone.

But you wouldn’t know that. Being dead kinda keeps you out of the loop.

When you wake up from a dream and realize that your mom is still dead (despite your dream stating the opposite), and you feel relieved… I mean, how in the fuck are you supposed to deal with that? Process it; reconcile the inherent fuckery of it all?

Who is glad their mom is dead?

Nobody. Myself included.

But, fuck. If you were alive…

It would suck.

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