I HATE hotels. I hate not feeling relaxed. No matter what i do when im at a hotel, i never can actually RELAX. I miss brandon so much. He hasnt called me yet.. and its already 10.. i dont think I will get a call. But im hoping. Moms already passed out. Im just sitting in this bed, laptop in hand [thank god for technology!] Texting everyone who will actually respond. And watching wilfred. Theres stuff i could do to keep me occupied. But im gonna save that for when I REALLY need to keep my mind off of the quietness and boringness of this room. Hotels are always the same. Ugly carpet. Oversized dresser holding a old ass tv. Little side table carrying the holy bible. Ancient telephone. Worlds most ugly and unappealing bed comforters that make you wonder if the people who designed them were blind.
Not matter how much i write in this blog, text people, call people, chat on fb. read. I fucking miss him so much dude. its not even funny.
i always feel my eyes watering up when i think about it too much.
bye.
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