I arrived in Florida June 16th and from day one it feels like hell; Funn but Shitty. I came for two months, but I've changed my mind. I now leave on July 18th. I'm home sick is the main reason. I really miss my daddy. Other reasons have to do with the ice cream man (Step Dad), and each week I get into some sort of accident that I'm afraid if I stay any longer, I might end up dead. The first weekend I was here, I kicked my pinky toe nail off (Don't ask). The next week after that, almost knock my self out in my friend's pool and cut up between my eyes. Then Last weekend I FRIED my self at the beach. NOT PRETTY I looked like a damn scarlet pengu