betrayal, anger, music, and the ocean. now that they're floating around in my head, i wondering if dreams have any meaning at all.why is it so necessary for a contortion of experiences that we've already had and feelings that we've already felt to haunt us. am i so sad of a person that i have to dream of a cheating boyfriend, delusional family, sight-reading music, and the absence of surfing? just to wake up in the morning scared and thinking that my life (which is cake) is so troubled? fuck this shit.

*looks up surfing equipment on craigs list*