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It's stupid to be sitting here in Michigan, especially when there's a little place waiting for you in Orlando Florida. Where the people are all tan and good looking. Where the sun is shining 95% of the time. Where the beach is right next door and everyone is laid back and in a good mood. I remember my last night in Florida. I was at a party in a big white mansion right outside of Orlando. I was with my newly made friends Karmen and Sarah. I started speaking to mostly everyone who was standing in the kitchen. Because there was something that felt weird. That all these people I was with, they didn't seem real, they didn't know what real life was. I started listing all the things I'd be reunited with, once back in Michigan. The unnattractive miserable people, the obnoxious wheather, the hideous buildings, no recreation what so ever, etc. As I said all these there faces looked repulsed and as if they felt a little sorry for me. But I realized a part of me actually was longing for all those things. I wanted my reality back. Orlando Florida is perfect, there is nothing I can find to hate about it. Perhaps that's why I couldn't find happiness there. In Michigan everything sucks, when you do have fun and experience happiness, it's the most pure and un-artifical joy you can have. Like without the bad there's no good...and visa versa. I need my highs and my lows, I thrive on emotion. I love sadness and pain, because when you can measure your life with them. I feel that even if I go down to Orlando to finish up college, some how I'll end up back home no matter what. I'm going to go get myself a glass of pop now.