Flo-Rida.

I want to go back to Florida. The beaches are amazing. I was happy there. There were no problems. I just want to go back and walk and sit on the dock, watch the fireworks from the pier, and just spend the whole night gazing into the Gulf. It was bliss, sweet and ignorant bliss. I want to walk on the sand, poke at the little baby jellyfishes that were scattered all around. Make friends with the locals and hang out with all the cute yet sweet guys. I wanna go back. Right. Now. But sadly I cant. Maybe ill go back next summer, or maybe California. Either way, ill be happy being away from here.