Florida is like jail. the dirty streets, the gaudy kids, and the decrepit old people. it smells like hormones and death. i h8 it. H8!
no i detest it. i enjoy clear blue waters. the water is murky brown and lukewarm, like vomit from a baby or a drunkard.
i think i will bring some weed and get high there, just so i can bear it. ill be high every day.
it will be less than okay. i hate it. but my dad said i can call you and taylor, and im going to try and call you damon but i have to find ur number. im going to miss rockville so much.
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