Ugh, okay, remind me not to watch the S2 finale of Robin Hood when I'm already in a foul and romantically depressed mood. This is me, curled up on the bed, in floods of tears. I blame my idiot of a boyfriend. As soon as one thing in life starts going well, another falls right apart...
It's time for something happy now, yes? Please?
< / whining self-pity >
Thank you for indulging me. Please return to your regularly scheduled business.