That dream about you made me realize something. The only reason my conscience excuses what I do to you, is because I haven’t seen you face to face in years. You don’t seem real. Like the faceless others from online games, if I can’t hear you or see you in front of me, its very easy to dehumanize you and use you as an emotional punching bag. I’m never like that in real life though. What I’m saying is, if you had just given me some closure like in the dream we just had, maybe I wouldn’t have gone so insane.
