I'm pissed off! My own brain hates me. I wish I could carve my brain out with a spoon bc it always shows me (in my sleep) things that were and/or that I wish could be. Instead of helping me forget, it's making fun of me by showing me what could have been, like marrying Lena. I wouldn't mind marrying her, ofc, but that ship sailed and sank long ago. Plus, the only interaction with a church I'd ever have is in Varg's style.