#rough ocean

Tiny Lighthouse design

Rough waters, Cape Breton.

Ship tossing in the sea

Lighthouse Crushed by Waves,  Spain

My edit.

I've been at the beach, and we're finally heading out. It was me, my Mom, Jamie and my best friend, Ron. After four in a half months he finally said, "I love you." The ocean was so rough. He couldn't take it, I was in there for almost an hour. The water was gross. It was all seaweed and trash. This is where people with millions of dollars live and this is how you treat the beach? Either New York or Philly is dumping trash. We ended up just walking the beach, talking and tanning. And then I found a dead fish and dissected it. It was really, really cool. (I know what you're thinking, but I was to work with the FBI and such. What you find gross, I find thrilling.) Anyway, now we're on our way home. Ron is going to chill for a bit. I'm lucky to have him as a best friend. He's amazing, and somehow, he picked me up! Like, really, really high! That's the first time anyone could pick me up in years. I just never figured because I used to be almost 400 pounds and now I'm a size six. It's weird, you know? Tomorrow I'm going to the beach with Mary and Tom. Mom isn't too happy about that. But that's a whole other story. Anyway, I love you, guys. :)