Here I am, pouring my heart onto these rooftops...
Can you even believe me? I'm such a superdork. I'm here, in beautiful, sunny, fabulous Florida, and all I can think about is home. I guess the thing I love about New England is that it's real. No frills, no fakeness, it's not there to please. That's what is driving me insane about Florida. Everything is so gorgeous, from the weather to the landscape to the people. Its unrealistic. And I guess the only thing I know how to deal with is reality. But down here is like a dream, and its almost like I have to be perfect, too. Which is weird and creepy and I don't much like it. I don't know how to be perfect. I'm not even sure if I've got being myself down yet!
Well, enough of that. Kind of too deep for April vacation, huh?
Got to go pack. I'm counting down the hours 'til my plane. I just want to be back home, with my obnoxious family and crazy friends who love me even though I'm not perfect.
And the first thing I will do on Monday is make up with Chenelle. Yes, because, as hard as it may be to get along with her at times, she's still my friend. And that's what friends do, am I right?
Well, enough of that. Kind of too deep for April vacation, huh?
Got to go pack. I'm counting down the hours 'til my plane. I just want to be back home, with my obnoxious family and crazy friends who love me even though I'm not perfect.
And the first thing I will do on Monday is make up with Chenelle. Yes, because, as hard as it may be to get along with her at times, she's still my friend. And that's what friends do, am I right?