Warning: Series 3 spoiler.
So, I guess, when all is said and done, the last few days, I've been a bit like Captain Jack in an upcoming Dr Who episode.
He sees the Tardis, runs for it, grabs on to it as it de-materializes, and hangs on for dear life as it plunges into the space-time vortex, screaming at the top of his lungs in agony. Yeah, that would be me, right now--only my votex is my future, as I see it.
I'm stuck. I mean, like I'm cemented in place. All I can do is try to ride out a storm that is promising to become a major gale--and I'm stark naked in the middle of a barren field (okay, not a pretty picture, sorry).
It's spring, I should be light and happy. I should be out and about, humming, checking out the scenery, enjoying the sunshine--but, no. I can't. I feel like life is just crushing me into dust.
I would give anything just to pack up the cats, some of my possessions, and just get the heck out of here. Yeah, but I'd be just carrying my problems with me. I'm not going to get a good-paying job to get me out of this dark pit of debt and despair, not going to win the lottery...just have to ride it out, and hope it doesn't crush me completely.
