Where do I begin?

It would be an understatement to say things haven't been working out exactly as I had hoped and/or imagined they would (at least ever since me left Germany). This would be an understatement on the past few days which quite possibly have been some of the worst (mostly emotionally) in my life. I'm going to get a little emo here so prepare yourself (if anyone still reads this thing)...
Right now I am sitting in the business center of a Belfast airport hotel. How did this begin...
A few days ago I left Greg in Bilbao, Spain at about 4:30 in the morning because I needed to catch a 6 am bus on the other side of the city to the Santander Airport about an hour away to get on a plane to Dublin.
Now why would I go to Dublin?
I messsed up my knee somehow when it randomly popped on a train about 2 weeks ago and decided that it would be impossible, or at least stupid, for me to attempt to do the Damino de Santiago with Greg...yah the one Ive had dreams about and have been looking forward to for about 9 months.
So I had to figure out what I was going to do for a week while Greg did the Camino. It didnt take long for me to immediately make the decision that I was going to go back and stay with Lauren in Dublin during that time. (we had met on the plane, hit it off like I never have before with another person in my life, talked about being together when we get home, she wanted me to come back and stay with her, blah, blah, blah).
So that's what I did. I, being the stupid, naive, psycopathic romantic, figured it was going to be one of the most amazing weeks of my life. Little did I know...
I got to Dublin with no problems at all. It was exactly how I left it: cold, dirty, and wet. I was supposed to meet Lauren at her work at 2 pm which she took off early from bc I was coming in. Problem was, I had about 2 hours once I trekked through the pouring rain to her office. Didnt have anything to do or anywhere to go, so I decided I would just wait and read under the overhang outside of her office. Apparently I look like a homeless drug addict, so they called the cops on me for loitering I guess. I just explained to the cop what I was doing though and he told the people in the office to shove it. All was still well...
Finally, Lauren came out. What can I say about this girl...great persoality, out of this world beautiful which can make a man (such as myself) blinded to reality, etc. Everything was great...
for a few hours...
She was acting a little strange, but I still though everything was fine. We had a nice time together and went out with some of her friends and it was an ok night, I guess just not quite like I miagined, but that was ok. The next day we woke up and decided to travel down on the train south of Dublin and go to the beach and visit some of the villages and see the beautiful scenery. Ok, everything still fine...
We get back and she had been acting a little (annoying?). Examples:
making fake baby crying noises whenever I didnt immediately cater to this girl's every whim
Completely ignore me and give me the shoulder when I would try to hug her or anything and then get mad at me if I didnt give her a hug, etc, when she wanted I guess
Sooo many more things...
Ok so at this point I guess I was a little disappointed bc this wasnt the same girl I had the best 24 hours of my life with a few weeks earlier, but I could deal with it and thought maybe things would get smoother the more time went by.
Then it happened.
She started crying about how she was homesick and got mad at me bc I didnt want to baby her and cry with her but told her "Lauren you gotta be more independent and just enjoy your time here and its only a few weeks til you go home, and take advantage of this amazing opportunity to be in Ireland, etc" (Please someone tell me what is so awful about that?)
Then she started crying about how amazing I am and how much she likes me and how I'm so different, BUT
She is so confused, doesnt know what she wants, I deserve better, blah blah blah
What the heck am I supposed to do now? I guess I had 2 options:
First option, tell her how I felt which was very sad for me but brutally honest... "You know what, I do deserve better. You've been an immature brat since Ive been here and I don't know how someone can completely change. Damn, I'm stupid for wasting my vacation time to come back here to a city I didnt particularly enjoy on a whim that maybe there is such as a thing as love at first sight and something may come of our whole encounter"
or option 2: practice damage control so maybe I wouldnt want to castrate myself for being so stupid to have come here in the first place and maybe salvage at least a somehwat enjoyable time out of the whole mess.
Stupidly, and if you know me well enough you would have already guessed, I chose option 2.
But guess what?? IT DIDNT WORK!!!
It took me a night of sleeping on a couch to figure out maybe I'm not doing the right thig and should just get the hell out of town, but I finally came to my senses.
When I woke up the next morning, I went o the computer and figured out where the hell I could go and how the hell to get there. I chose to come to Belfast, Northern Ireland bc it was the only destination I could really get from from the one train station I could get to.
After a few disgustingly fake " Oh I hope you come back and see me in a few days, call me, email me, I'll miss you...blah blah blah" lines from Lauren I turned and, without a word, left Griffith College in Dublin, Ireland.
So here I am, in Belfast, Northern Ireland.
Thoughts on Belfast...
1. I was stupid enough (who would have thought?) to not realize that I was going in to the land of the British Pound, otherwise known as the Dollar Killer.
2. The only place I could find was a hotel at the airport which is actually really nice and inexpensive by Belfast standards, although I still will probably be broke at the end of this trip bc of the last 10 days.
3. The reason the only hotel I could get into is the one Im at at the airport is because July 12 happens to be the annual "KIll the Protestants" or "Kill the Catholics" holiday in Northern Ireland depending on your point of view. I thought that whole mess was over with, but little did I know that as I made my way to the airport I would have to travel around roadblocks created by protestant militant bondfires and have to take a detour bc a bomb squad car had to check out a threat. Needless to say, I was told it probably wouldnt be smart for me to venture out to the city last night bc usually there are at least a few people that get shot or blown up.
F me, right?
Good things about Belfast so far...
I got to my hotel about 4 pm, decided to watch some tv, fell asleep, and woke up at 10 am. This is good bc:
a: I obviously needed to sleep
b: I didnt spend any money
c: When I slept, I was able to forget about the emotional hell I had just been though.
Soooo, I booked this hotel again for the night but still have a huge problem. What the hell am I going to do and where the hell am I going t0 go until Thursday morning when I fly out of Dublin to Porto, Portugal to meet Greg. I have to go back to Ireland just for financial reasons as this place burns a hole through my wallet, but Ireland is not exactly an easy place to get around. Sure, I have my rail pass and Ireland has a decent train system, but every sight worth seeing is far from any rail station. Basically, I need a car, but dont have the money to rent one, or have the guts to attempt to drive through the rain on the opposite side of the road. So, basically, I'm stuck in Belfast, have to leave sometime tomorrow I guess, and have no idea where the hell I'm going to go or what the hell I'm going to do until Thursday when I can meet back up with Greg and maybe things can get back to normal and we can have a great time for the rest of our trip - the segment I've been most excited about from the beginning.
So, if anyone reads this thing still, feel free to give me some suggestions. I have no idea what to do. I guess, for right now at least, I'm going to go into town, eat for the first time in about 30 hours, take some pictures of smoldering cars, and then come back and try to sleep 20 hours again to waste time until next Thursday.
The funny thing is...I should have known this was going to happen. Maybe Ive actually learned my lesson. I strongly believe I just may become a hunter and gatherer and live in the woods the rest of my life.