I hate you, brain.

Why, when I haven’t even thought about Jim in WEEKS, does my brain decide to make me dream about him? And it wasn’t innocuous, innocent dreaming. It was kissing, holding, Jim would do anything to be with me dreaming.

I’ll never understand this.

I’m happy with Sean, and my brain suddenly goes all – "HEY! You’re gonna marry Sean and never have his babies. Life is so awesome for you, right? Well here’s a dream about a guy who didn’t want to be with you until he couldn’t, the guy you lost your shit and your morals over; that guy, you know the one, who never deserved your love? He’s heeeeeere! Let’s give him a big ol’ kiss."

Fuck you, brain. Fuck you.