A tad over-dramatic, and probably meaningless to most people.

I don't know if anyone who reads this watches Torchwood or happened to catch any of the week's worth of episodes that were on earlier in the month. As I was in Berlin when they were aired, my parents recorded them for me and I have just finished watching them.

A piece of my soul has died. My heart may be very slightly broken and I doubt that I will ever smile again. One of my eyes is very much smaller than the other, and both are copiously bloodshot from crying. My head hurts and I ache in every corner of my body.

It was a traumatising experience. I think it might even be worse than the end of Torchwood Series 2 - it's definitely on a par with that. Although Russell T Davies is clearly a fantastic writer in order to illicit such a reaction from the audience (because I know for a fact that I am not the only one who sobbed their heart out over this series), sometimes I hate that man.

I think that if I watched it again any time soon, I might just have a nervous breakdown.

I don't want to give too much away because obviously if people haven't seen it and are planning on it, I don't want to wreck it. But, like the episode of Doctor Who 'Midnight' (the one on that spaceship where that woman's repeating what everyone's saying), it shows the human race in a situation that they don't understand and it shows just how far some people will go to save their own skins.

It was action-packed. It was moving. It was funny in parts. It was absolutely heart-breaking. I loved it.

But now, the only things I can rely on to get me through are Maltesers and Taylor Swift.

Hopefully a more upbeat blog soon. I think I'm going to spend tomorrow looking at uni stuff.

Bye

<3