Even if it is a rainy grey day, I had a lovely morning, with a therapy session just before lunch, where I gave my therapist a sample of the cookies and brownies I've made this week. She was the first one rather than myself to taste them, and she loved them, which made me really happy.
Then I came home, had a quick lunch, and sat down to enjoy The Hour's season finale. That ended on a cliffhanger, after making me sob my eyes out for a good 59 minutes. Yes, I'm someone who doesn't cry in real life and prefers to cry with movies and tv shows, but I never completely lose control and sob like I just did. Not counting Downton Abbey, that triggered me into a panic attack, I've cried this much at a tv show only three times: Supernatural's Abandon All Hope, The Walking Dead's Pretty Much Dead Already, and this final episode.
From what I gathered, a third series isn't a sure thing. The team would love to, but the BBC isn't that keen on the idea. With that in mind, I wish they had gone for a different ending, if there's a strong possibility those are the last frames of this beautiful show.
God, it fucking hurts! It's actually embarassing, my eyes are puffy and stinging, my face feels warm as if I were running a fever, and up until a few minutes ago I couldn't stop shaking. Getting invested in fictional characters' lives does help with the sublimation of real life traumas and so on, like my therapist always says, but from time to time it hurts a fucking lot!
EDIT: found a link to a petition for the BBC to renew it for a third season!
Then I came home, had a quick lunch, and sat down to enjoy The Hour's season finale. That ended on a cliffhanger, after making me sob my eyes out for a good 59 minutes. Yes, I'm someone who doesn't cry in real life and prefers to cry with movies and tv shows, but I never completely lose control and sob like I just did. Not counting Downton Abbey, that triggered me into a panic attack, I've cried this much at a tv show only three times: Supernatural's Abandon All Hope, The Walking Dead's Pretty Much Dead Already, and this final episode.
From what I gathered, a third series isn't a sure thing. The team would love to, but the BBC isn't that keen on the idea. With that in mind, I wish they had gone for a different ending, if there's a strong possibility those are the last frames of this beautiful show.
God, it fucking hurts! It's actually embarassing, my eyes are puffy and stinging, my face feels warm as if I were running a fever, and up until a few minutes ago I couldn't stop shaking. Getting invested in fictional characters' lives does help with the sublimation of real life traumas and so on, like my therapist always says, but from time to time it hurts a fucking lot!
EDIT: found a link to a petition for the BBC to renew it for a third season!