the end of an era :-s
plans have fallen thru yet again. This, I feel, is something that the Romans called "Annus horribilis" (Horrible Year). Now I'm left wondering what the hell to do with my life. I'm obviously not meant to be where I want to be, but I don't want to be here. I can't deal with the fighting and the tears, and I need some freedom.
I'm in the mood, to spin the globe, and head where it stops.