my life

the noise from the tv became too irritating, so I picked up the remote and turned it off. then I was left staring at my screen in silence. every hotel in Bruges looked like every other hotel in Bruges. ten minutes before, I encountered the same problem trying to find a good hotel in Acapulco. I could be out with my friends tonight, but I know I'll regret the hangover in the morning. so I'm home alone on my bed pretending my life will be better if I went somewhere else. I'd download a movie, but there are none I want to see (and I can't find season 2 of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia). nothing is fun anymore.